Finally he broke the kiss and stepped back."Whew," I said, fanning myself. My face felt like it was on fire and thefront of my pants were definitely ...iving away my arousal. I reached forthe bourbon and drank it down, leaving only the thinning ice cubes in theglass. Alastair took notice and, retrieving his glass, did the same."We're out of drinks," he said enthusiastically. "Let me get ussomething. I know just the thing and I think you'll like it."He walked across the living room taking off. At least I wasn’t ‘Randall’ again. I let her into the room, flipped the privacy lock, followed her to the bed.“Sit.” Her lips were a straight line. My doll. My life. The girl with the perpetual smile. Not smiling. I sat. She turned to face me.“One more time, Mister Jackson,” she said. “I am not a delicate little flower. I married you, for God’s sake. I know you’re not perfect. Neither am I. I know there are probably things in your history that I don’t know about, that might be, shall we say,. Only we take people apartmentally and put them back together from their own parts. We throw outthe bad, hopefully, and keep the good. It is a wrenching and time-consuming process. The person who checks into our Institute is not thesame person who checks out. If he or she is, we have failed. Not onlyis he not the same person, he may be unrecognizable mentally,emotionally and physically. We do what we have to do to turn society'smost dysfunctional people into productive members of our community.". My nipples are tight. Michael bends down and suck on one through the thin fabric of my dress. When he bites down a little, I almost come right then and there. “Not yet, baby. There’s more to see before you get that orgasm.” He waves at the car to stay parked, and we start walking. He’s pointing out all the prostitutes, nearly naked, thrusting their hips forward, playing with their nipples. My mouth waters, and I know my panties are wet. He won’t increase the vibrations. I’m ready to hump his.