"What is on your mind?" I..." Eddie held his head in his hands. "I don't know ... I mean ... I ... It's like..." He struggled. To many thoughts with n... cohesion swirled in his brain. He reached his hands out, grasping in air, trying to catch a thought, an idea."Eddie, just say the first thing that comes to mind. It does not have to make sense. It can be irrational, inappropriate..." WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!"It felt so good to get the words out, but he immediately regretted it. He looked. You can feel the air on it as you move your legs to the music with your feel lifted up onto the rails of the chair - a wonderful sensation.Of course, Joanne was ready to party, too. Those heels of hers with her long legs on top of them give every man's dream a piece of reality. You can't help laughing. Neither can she.Another beer or two and a few games of pool later and you're approached by two men, tall, good looking. They introduce themselves and John and Curt. You want Curt. You didn't. He liked the comforting cloak of the shadows in the pit of the night to lend its mood to the debauchery of the rooms. For debauchery was best indulged in the night, in the darkness with only the pale flickering of candles to illuminate his desires. He had watched as one after another the men had come to sample the girl chained to the floor. For a new slave had to be tested. Her endurance had to be monitored.He had stood in the quiet obscurity of the shadows and observed. He had seen her creamy. I goaded your father into proposing. And I got pregnant right away with you.” She pulled a wad of white material from a drawer. She closed the drawer and walked toward the bed. “I think I came to love him over the years, but not the way he wanted. Not the way I wanted, either.”“You’ve told me this before,” Mark said, watching her. She sat down and shook the wad, and it became a pair of sheer white stockings.“I know,” she said. “But I’ve never told you…Mark, I’m so confused. I’ve only ever loved.