They were desperately wanting a show of love: love not sex, though sex may come into it later, in the process of being loved. They wanted to feel love... and appreciated for themselves as people, instead of being treated as things to be made use of. He understood that desire and did his best to help them in that need; give them every opportunity to get him to do things for them, instead of to them.Bravura was the one who asked for sex the most. It was still new and exciting for her, untarnished. She is young, maybe twenty two or twenty three, not the normal older ladies they usually have which flirt their asses off with me. Her name is Marie and she had olive skin and was very attractive. She started flirting with me right off so I flirted back. We went thru the whole thing and when it was time for me to go into the bathroom to fill the cup, Marie said, "Let me know if need any help." to which I replied "if you have a free hand..." Marie followed me into the bathroom and I thought this. I wasn't much better - I'd started to feel responsible for what happened to Marissa, even if it wasn't anything I did on purpose, and that left me growing more quiet and introspective the more I went over it in my head. As for Marissa, she seemed to have accepted her new self wholeheartedly, and her interest in me was now plain to see.Luckily, Richelle had managed to situate herself between us, a buffer to Marissa's new enthusiasm. Lucky for me, anyway - all this stuff seemed to hit Richelle. "No other details are available at this time..."The man droned on as if he'd just announced ladies softball tryouts.Millie snapped the TV off, uttering an unkind comment about the newsman's parentage. Colleen and Rebecca stifled smiles, while Mr. Bell sat stone-faced. Our home was a veritable fortress. In any direction, there were armed guards, armored vehicles, attack dogs, and a sense of anticipation. The protective agents WANTED the mob to show up. They were panting for a confrontation.It.