“It wasn’t long before I took one in my mouth and began sucking and nibbling it the way I love for it to be done. When she started moaning, I put...my hand on her mound and massaged her lips.”“It felt so wonderful,” Beth said. “Mom just gently stroked up and down the sides and then up and down in the middle. Pretty soon, I put my hand on hers and pushed her finger to go deeper. It took a while, but I finally got her to put one inside me.”“I felt weird doing it the first time, after all, I had. Sleep was a long time coming.I slept late the next morning and felt awful, in part because of the beer I'd drunk but in part because my thoughts and emotions were no clearer than they had been the previous night. A shower helped - but only a little.I made my way downstairs - crept, almost - uncertain how I would react when I came face to face with Mary or, worse, Heather or Isobel. I made a conscious effort to pull myself together. 'You didn't see anything. You didn't hear anything. And it's. "How did you hear about me?" asked the man Jane had spoken to on the intercom, a respectable looking man in his late thirties. He had a full beard which was already starting to get a few white hairs, and wore oldfashioned glasses. He sat down in front of her, motioning for her to do the same.Jane looked around at the surprisingly normal looking office. The walls were painted beige, the floor carpeted. A few tasteful pictures hung on the walls, and there was a large potted plant in the. WHO AM I? Am I a pawn in a big ass game of chess, but I have no control over my moves. You enter my life and … you fit. You fit with me. Oh, shit, I am full of it. Do I know what I am saying? This is so fucked it is beyond fucked.” I turn and move into the dining room dark except for the streetlight lightly creeping into the room.I stand to stare out the large dining room window, seeing the shadows of the streetlights fall on the neighbor's car. My arms are closed around me, my breasts crushed.