"I hug my mom and she hugs me back. I look concerned. My mom touches my cheek and comforts me. The rest of the day continues as normal. For nearly one...week the same thing happens. I wake up to see my mom wearing tiny shorts and a halter top. I exclaim, "Mom, what the world is happening?"Mom giggles, "Mommy going to have sex." I smile, "Mom, have fun!" Mom leaves and I get read for a normal day. I do not bother mom nor the black guy accompanying her in the living room. I message Maria about. I've never been in bed with another woman before. But, if you were controlling me, and you wanted that, I guess I'd have no choice other than to submit, would I? But, I'm kind of afraid. I mean, where would it end? What if you wanted to display me naked in public? What if you got off on hitting me, or hurting me?" Are you afraid of being hurt, or being harmed? Haven't you ever enjoyed a boyfriend being a little rough with you? Hasn't he ever bit your nipples, and made them hurt nicely?" Yeah,. When the drake went still I silently slipped through the bushes and moved closer. I held my carbine in my left hand and lifted the over and under rifle. I pointed and extended it as much as I could before I fired. You can only imagine the power of a rifle that strong.The barrel leaped up with fire reaching all the way to the demon’s head. The round struck the head which exploded out the other side. It stiffened and fell and began to writhe around. I slung the carbine and held the over and under. “Well, maybe not a bar. Maybe something a little more exciting,” he said. “I don’t know about this. It sounds illegal,” she said. “That’s what makes it exciting. I know the perfect place. Meet me downtown, Friday,” he said. “Friday?” she asked. Philip shook his head with assurance. “Okay, you’re on,” Anne said. That Friday, after work, Anne met Philip at a small café downtown. She wore a red satin party dress and gold high heels. Her hair was curled, the way Philip liked.