I looked down at my body and was a little distressed to see that I'dbeen tapping my foot to the music, the terrible dance-pop music pulsingthrough the...club. It was just another of those involuntary reflexes thathad been happening all day, my "Alana moments" as I'd already come tocall them. I felt stupid coming up with a name for it, considering I wasstill holding out hope that this would be my first and last night inthis body, but I was slowly losing hope of that.The thought seemed ironic as. I can't say I could imagine that." I responded."You on the other hand," She said. "I'll lean over and suck you off for free right now." Kitty, I told you I'm spoken for." Yeah, I know. Hell, it's just a blow job. It's not like we're gonna fuck or anything. I'll even swallow and everything. I really suck a mean cock if I like the guy."I laughed, "I'll just bet you do." Go ahead and laugh," Kitty returned. "But I'm the one they got the terms, can suck a golf ball through a garden hose, and can. Now, I'm not into the hardcore stuff like taking jumper cables to the sack or being stomped on by stiletto heels. I just like the light stuff, maybe some smacking around, hair pulling, and some of that. I might even be able to be talked into being whipped. I won't be tied though. The desperate urge to be able to defend myself should (God forbid) halfway through my bondage session, my mistress decides she didn't like the fact that I had lunch with a female friend some time ago and decides to. I screamed at the top of my lungs " You fucking bitch it's all your fault " " Now I suppose your gonna take daddy away from me"I buried my face into dads chest and cried dad kind of motioned mom back into the bedroom.I blamed my mom for Lisa's death as if she wouldn't dragged my dad to her dinner date we would have left Friday instead of on Saturday. The next day mom said " Sorry for the lose of your friend." and I won't be attending the funeral as I have to work and walked away.I hated her.