So you see, it must be that I was a masochist, but whether I could now still take it, I really don’t know, but am willing to try, if you promise to ...ake things steady and withdraw if I tell you to stop.” His urgent nod, soon had her reaching for the lube she used for her vibrator and positioning herself on all fours while he fingered the rosebud while applying the lubricant. John eased his tool into her tight muscular ring and slowly with much care eased it further and further into her passage,. And then I look up, and myeyes meet those of my fianc?, and all of a sudden, everything feelsright. This IS who I was meant to be. Stuart IS the man I'm meant to bewith. There is nowhere I would rather be right now, than in this place,surrounded by all my family and friends, ready to marry the man I adore."We're doing this, then!" I whisper with a giggle as I reach the arch,and dad gently places my hand into that of my fianc?."Yep!" Stuart whispers, clearly as terrified as I am right. “Referring to her as Charlotte isn’t helping matters, but you’re probably right about keeping her and your young friend separated. Tensions are high and she’s grasping for some control by the sounds of it. You took that from her last night and now she’s trying to get it back. I’ll call Carl this afternoon and tell him to check on it first thing in the morning. He’ll contact you when he knows something.”“Thanks, Doctor,” I said, sounding relieved. “I don’t know how much longer things are going. Trepidaciously, I touched my fingers to the tip of my tongue. It tasted like strawberry ice cream.I don't know if my breathing was shallow before then, but it was shallow now. I struggled for a half-remembered sense of a sandpaper tongue licking me in my sleep. After a few seconds of hesitation, I bolted from my bed to the light switch and turned on the light.I woke up half-willing to be convinced that I was crazy. It would have been easier if I were crazy. My father had tired of the monster.