Iforce my resonance into my chest, sounding like a parody of myself."Kevin. Ah yes the nephew! Kevin, thanks for calling me." Wayne's voiceclear as a ...ell down the phone is confident, in charge. I suppress thememory of his hand on my breasts, my lips against his. "Your auntspeaks very highly of you. It's a shame we couldn't have had you comein to cover her class, but I hope you understand." Of course," I say. "I just have my english major and theatre minor. Noteaching qualifications yet." Is. Anyone listening for more than five minutes, was certain to be longing for their asbestos umbrellas and galoshes, convinced that brimstone from the skies was imminent.Everywhere you turned, it seemed that some New Age crackpot or other, was vigorously crawling out of the woodwork. New Dragon based religions were popping up overnight and the SCA membership saw a massive surge in numbers especially in their Dragon Slayers Corps. All of which just went to prove the old adage that,. “Look at her,” one of them said. Then to her, he asked, “You like this, don’t you? You like to be gang fucked.”She rolled onto her side and looked up at them. “Yes, sir.”“What a cum-whore,” said another man. “You are such a slut. You can’t say no, can you? You will fuck anyone.”“Anyone I am told to,” Carole responded. “I do what my Master tells me to do.”The third man looked over at me as I walked into the picture. “She is a complete whore, isn’t she?” he asked me.“Yes she is,” I. And sometimes women . . if a man wasn't handy, and I reeaalllyy had to HAVE it. You know what it's like. I suppose that's why we're all here at this meeting of Sexaholics Anonymous.”“But when all else failed, and I was desperate, then I had sex with Teddy, my son Theodore. He certainly didn't mind. I mean he knew mommy's problem. Hell who didn't? I mean, if you knew Ruby, you knew she was a . . a slut. There I said it. But it was true. . . . Is true. I AM a sex addict. I'm not proud.