I didn't say a word as I rode alone in the back seat of the car,watching the countryside roll past until we pulled into a lowwhite building.Numb, I fo...lowed him to a room where I was prepared and then Isank into a welcoming blackness. The room was white with softwhite gauze curtains and a Monet print on the wall. I was stillgroggy; my chest hurt like hell and my tongue felt like it hada mouldy growth covering it. My stomach also threatened to rebelbut I was awake, barely.A frighteningly. Leaning down, she tugs at my earlobe with her teeth before breathing, "I will. And for Christmas this year... all you get is candy."I wonder what she means, but I find I really don't care.Jerzey moves. She rises to her knees and presses her crotch against my bottom. I feel her desperately flex and relax, grinding hard to find satisfaction that she knows she will not get. It is the dance that amuses her, the hunt that thrills her. It is this way tonight. She coos to me, inciting my senses with. .. I Love you.”I went downstairs and saw Annie, poring over a number of documents, scratching her head and looking very serious. She heard me enter the room.Without looking up, she said, “Hi honey. What time are Claire and Kalista coming over tomorrow morning?”“Mom ... how could you possibly ... Were you listening in on the phone?”“No, dear ... this is Sunday, two days before the start of Cotillion. You and Claire haven’t danced in about four weeks, so I put two and two together and figured it. My sister has strived to raise her girls in a rather conventional way, perhaps out of fear that one of her lovely girl’s would end up like me, a lesbian, who will stop at nothing to get what she wants. Of course she knows that she was once like that herself, a committed bisexual woman, who once confessed that Gerald had never come close to giving her an actual orgasm. I never understood why Angie had tried to bring up her lovely, and sexy girls within the illusion of the vast pie-apple eating.