” “Sam?” Sherry wanted to touch him, return some of the affection, so she pulled on his shirttail, trying to get him to move within a reachable ...istance. “Leave me alone. I’m busy gardening,” then two fingers were planted inside, and her hands settled for massaging his scalp while her lips moaned, “Oh, Sam. That’s so good.” He turned to smile, and said, “Wife, you’re a beautiful flower. I love you.” Then his lips sucked in a nipple, his left fingers rolled the other and his right fingers. "Yeah right! You know Luke will be pissed if you don't come for him tonight!" The thought surging through my brain at this point was who the hell is Luke, but the feeling in my gut, and something deep within my brain told me that he was my boyfriend. I thought I was going to puke right there. "Tell your little freshman wannabes good bye. We've got to split." Gretchen said. And with that, I gave a sad look back to the other guys as I started following my "sister" back to her car. They gave me. "Lean forward a bit." She bent at the waist, the belt cutting into her skin. I adjusted her up and down until she was just slightly hunched, barely enough for anyone but her to notice. But she would notice.I tied the ends off to the belt buckle and had her walk around the room. It was horrible for her, she had to keep her body precisely at a point that balanced the pain from the belt and the pain from laces ripping at her nipples.I unhooked the wires from the Pear. "Stand at the frame." She. The latter is not. However, both exist in these emails. Shame-based and power-based eroticism are included in the mix. It'sunavoidable. That's where our culture is, and it's a sadomasochisticculture, no less. Down here, power's been so sexualized that it oftendisplaces love. I have no copies of Miguel's side of the correspondence, but one caninfer from the emails on the other side that he was supportive, authenticand attentive, inspiring great feeling in turn. I think that he mighthave been.