Okay, so I had no intention of leaving him there by himself. But even though Joey knew me better than anyone else in the world, he couldn't be sure th...t I wasn't seriously leaving. It was a power play, a gamble, or even a game of poker. He had tried to call my bluff, but now I was calling his.But when I spotted a pay phone that for all intents and purposes should have been my destination, I wondered if he wouldn't win this hand after all. I actually did hold all the winning cards, but would I. She curled up in a fetal position, hugging her knees against her small child-like titties and sobbed softly to herself."What? What now? What in God's name can you do to me?" Lydia asked defiantly. She had been so violated, humiliated and degraded the blond felt there was little else they could do to humiliate her more."Come on. Jack, you stay with the little brunette. You like her anyway," Rick said, jerking his head up in a gesture for Lydia to follow him.She had been so conditioned by his. And there was a way to slump in a chair, watching TV, that showed your camel toe off if you were wearing the right clothing. His eyes about bugged out of his head when she did that.He'd get a boner and then he'd just go to his bedroom, where she was sure he beat off.He seemed to take it in stride and never got mad, even when it was obvious she was trying to get to him. They got along very well and neither of them had any real angst about the fact that he got turned on by her, or that his lust. Add to that what happened to him with that gang attack, well...” said Bea. Ava nodded.“I guess you’re right. We wanted to be there for him; but also up front with him. But I can understand why he didn’t see things that way. I can,” she said. “I’m just praying that Blake’s idea works. He’s praying it does too. Could he, we, be wasting our time? I don’t know, but I do hold out hope that this might be the time, late in the game though it is.”“Yes, late in the game. That’s what it is all right,”.