“Actually, Ayn, I have begun to get bored lately,” he spoke, hoping his voice was not trembling and giving him away.“No shit,” Ayn glared. “...ou didn’t seem bored yesterday night when I fucked your brains out three times in a row. You were calling my name, like I was your God or something.”Xavier closed his eyes for a second. It was not fair to be remembered why it mattered so damn much to drive this impossible and beautiful man away from him.“Well, people change,” he shrugged, but, even to his. "Whatwould you think if I took up Dr. Howard's offer to have collageninjections in my chest." What cup size did he say you'd get?" An A-cup."Helen kissed Frankie on his nipple. "That's be nice. It would be nice tohave another set of breasts in bed. Mmmm. But..." But, what?" Only if you want it. Don't do it for me." You sure?" That I'm not doing all this for you."Helen frowned. She patted his cheek. "Frankie, don't do it for me. Do itfor yourself. You need to know what you want." I'd like. Helen was the fair skinned daughter of nobles, very different from the ignorant, poor servants I so happily exploited for pleasure. She was a docile, obedient young girl raised with high born manners, who therefore rarely spoke. She had light blue eyes and abnormally long, lean legs; nubile under her gowns. She seemed so virginal, so good and pure, that I could not stop myself from fantasizing about destroying her for my own pleasure as I had so many other low-born girls. I approached her once. My testimony stretched out for three days. Everyone on the Grand Jury had questions for me and I only hoped that I’d been consistent in my answers.I was conflicted.My gut told me that Ernie was one of the things that was wrong with the community. Like Dragon—Eustis—he transported prostitutes to meet with their johns. I believed he pressured college coeds to turn tricks in exchange for his protection. I knew his white Lincoln cruised the park several times daily. But his daughter was a classmate.