”“Oh, Larry.” This wouldn’t be so bad. It was what she’d wanted for years. She hugged him. He smoothed his hand down over the nightgown in b...ck. She lay back and pulled the sheet down to her waist. “Do you like it?”“The nightie? Yes. The contents? Very much. I love you.”“And I love you.” At least, he’d looked at the nightgown. And she certainly couldn’t complain that he said he liked her more. When he kissed her again, his hand went to her breast. She started to feel more excited than scared.. It was a strange feeling to be sitting there with my breasts exposed and seeing the look of lust and desire on Tony’s face. I mean like I said before, he was this totally popular guy that all the girls wanted, and he was all excited about me! It gave me this horrible tingling sensation deep inside my belly, and the more he looked and the more he touched the more intense it grew. The devil always picks on the most chaste, I told myself later. That’s the only way I can explain it. But the sad. I wasn't quite a trustee (they didn't have any), but I was allowed to live virtually non-stop otherwise in the prison library. Like most prison libraries, it sucked, but it suited my tastes pretty decently. What it lacked in modern works, it more than made up for in the classics, Dickens, Sir Walter Scott, Kipling, etc. By the time I was done with them they were nearly worn out.I half expected to have some 7 foot giant with gravel for a voice grab me by my throat to introduce me to his friend. "Tell you what, Mom. I'll do it if you'll help with the visual stimulation part." I couldn't," Susan protested, although anyone looking at her could tell she relished the prospect. She was growing fidgety with the need to take her clothes off and strike sexy poses for her son."Mother, don't make me tell you twice," Katherine chided. She turned around a phrase that Susan often used on her and Alan when they were younger.Susan bowed her head in defeat. She loved being ordered around by her.