”She stopped actively fucking me, only making small movements. “Not really,” she replied softly. Alison opened up about her love life: a string ...f guys, all of them from private schools, most of them from wealthy families and nearly all of them believing they were better people than they actually were. “If you reckon boys don’t play with dolls, you should see how some of them treated me. Toted around, pampered, used for comfort, used for pleasure and, when next year’s model arrived, left out in. He pulled my see-through black negligee up over my head, and let it fall to the floor. He cuffed each hand, and lifted my arms up, clicking each wrist in place on the upper rings of the wooden X frame behind me. Next, he wrapped a leather strap around my waist, and clipped each end of the strap to the rings in the center of the wood, where the X crossed over. He applied leather cuffs to each ankle, and spread my legs wide. When he went to clip the ankle cuffs to the bottom rings, I had to. "Do you want it?"The woman looked at the suitcase and said, "Won't your mother object. It has her name on it." No, that's mine. My fiancé put that name on a year ago." A year ago. You are pretty young to be thinking of marriage." I have loved Jeff since we were babies. His family lives next to mine in North Bay."The woman looked at the name on the brass tag then said, "Jeff Congdon wants to marry you? That lad's very famous." He is and he is always busy making something new. His lasers are. “No, no problem,” I said.“That’s good. Well, give me a minute and I will be ready,” she said. As I sat on the old worn love seat in her living room, she went back to the bedroom to finish getting dressed. She came back out after about five minutes.“I’m ready now, John. I hope this is okay… I don’t go out much, really, and you never said where we were going to eat,” she said. Her deportment was one of apprehension and embarrassment. She was ashamed of her trailer and her station in life.“You.