I am mellow. What is a four letter word for sex?" Fuck," Samantha said, causing Alex to look up at her quickly, no trace of inebriation in his motions..."A four letter word for sex," she said, causing another round of laughter as the waiter brought the wine, glasses, bread and menus."And you have not had two bottles of wine," Monique said, astutely.Greg just smiled and opened his menu."Did you come to any conclusions?" Alex asked Monique as he poured the wine."Oh, several. I think it is time to. I know arguing will be no use and will only earn me punishment.Master takes this opportunity to chime in with, “Now sissy, you know better than to dress that way in my house. Go to your room and change into your work clothes. Dan will be here soon and we want to make a good first impression.”I said, “Yes Sir”, and quickly minced my way to my room. They call it my room but it’s really just a corner of the basement Master had me make up for myself whenever I spend time here. There’s an old twin. I was out of my mind. I cried and sobbed for three full hours. I grieved for my relationship with both my parents, my sister, Judy, all the selfish thoughtless tricks I had pulled on people, I didn't know what to do about singing, Al, Rosalie or anything else. Now I had just crapped all over my friend Michael after fucking him like a total crazy woman. And I had gotten myself knocked up, too.My life was shit. I was shit.I just stayed there in bed until it got dark, and I didn't turn any lights. We were making remarkable headway with only a total of six people (four plus me and Lana) that I was reluctant to add a seventh.Oh, but when we did, we couldn’t wait to get an eighth and then a ninth, and before we knew it, we had fifteen people in the link, not twelve.We decided that fifteen would be my limit, for even with the drink, I was absolutely wiped out after a single session. I couldn’t stay awake for the hour discussion period afterward I was so tired.By the middle of February, it.