I said, "No its okay."He persisted and said he had noticed I would benefit from one, he told me to sit on the kitchen chair but had turned it round so...my arms were over the back of it, he pulled up another behind it for himself,I took another big sip of my wine, and thought why not. I sat down on the chair, my back facing him, and he started to rub my shoulders very gently to start with, through my blouse, he asked if I could undo a couple of buttons so he could get his hands inside, as he. ” She said as she waved them out the door.A few miles down the road, Sara broke the silence.“Are you ever going to tell me about Aunt Millie?”“What do you mean?”“Well she sure seems attached to you for someone you haven’t known very long.”“Well she is just that kind of lady. She sure took a liking to you, didn’t she?”“Yes, but I think that was only because I was with you. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’m sure she is a very friendly lady, but she thinks of you as family. My own family doesn’t think. And if I’m truly to think of you as an object, I can’t be limited in what I can do with you and to you. So like any other object I own, I can do anything to you—I can modify you in any way—that doesn’t result in dismemberment or death. Just as I might repaint my car or change the seat covers, but I would never intentionally wreck my valuable property. Body ModificationForm should follow function. Your body should be optimized for sex and for arousing me. When I look at you I want to see. .?" she stopped short."It's funny you should mention that," I smiled, feelingbold from her enthusiasm. "The first thing I did when Igot here was make out with my reflection." She lookedshocked for a second, then started laughing hysterically."I wish I could have seen that!!!" she bellowed, clappingher hands."It was definitely interesting," I laughed along with her.Then the reality of my situation beared down again and Iblushed slightly. I decided I should change the subject."But then I started.