.. that sounds doable, maybe.”“Alright,” Jack said, “we’re off.”“You two ... sleep in the same bed?”Jack winced, but nodded. “Yeah. ...e love each other, Mom. A lot.”Nodding, she sighed as she looked down again, and twisted the blankets with her hands. “Can ... can you tell me about that, too? Your relationship? N-Not now, but later? I ... I can’t believe you found a woman, you know? And—”Jack put up his hands, surrendering. “I’ll tell you everything.”“G ... Good.” She nodded, but once Jack got. Things came to a head a couple of weeks before the winter break when I told her that I loved her but that I understood that she didn't feel the same way. She responded that she did love me, but she just needed more time to feel comfortable enough to be with me that way. In retrospect, I feel guilty for pulling the same crap that boys always use to pressure girls into a physical relationship. Neither of us was a virgin, so I guess I just assumed that she didn't trust me enough to share with me. As the disease progressed, the women afflicted with it would become more and more desperate for it, need more and more to provide what they needed, and would experience an escalating state of arousal during times without treatment, which presented as nymphomania or sex addiction.At first, treatment was limited to oral delivery, with a large group of vetted donors delivering to a cup, but as symptoms and stages progressed, direct oral became needed and anal delivery became require to prevent. “Hey, bitch! Watch what you’re doing. We’re having a nice chat here.”“We’re closing up for the day. Time to head out, guys.” The other two tossed the remains of their coffee and put their tin cups on the table.“I pay good money for my rights here. If I say I’m staying for a while, I’m staying,” Rex said.“Not anymore,” Ramie said. She reached in a shirt pocket and counted out $300 in twenties. “Your horse costs too much to feed. Can’t make a profit on him. Not to mention the extra time my hands.