I liked it, since it made me happy. I didn’t know why, but then I started to take notice of how Evan treated me. It was like I was his princess, and...he was my prince. Although we were friends at the time, I couldn’t help myself, and started to like him. It wasn’t because he was good looking, but the way he treated me. He always knew what to say to get me to smile, and knew when the right time was to talk about something silly, or serious.And before, I had no idea or clue to why he treated me so. The clincher of his fantasy was this. Tied to the arms of his throne, on either side, were his ex-wife Abigail and the mayor, Sharon Jackson, tied to his throne with leashes attached to slave collars around their pretty little necks. Each collar had the word "RICK"S SLUT" in metal studs on it, both women in his fantasy were kneeling licking his feet with their naked asses in the air. Behind his ex-wife, Maggie Barker knelt, fucking the cold hearted bitch with a strap on in her ass while Abigail. It’s like every minute, unconsciously, we make these small decisions based on how we think other people would look at us. Like, is this outfit too sexy? Would it be inappropriate at my job? Do I send the wrong signals to the wrong people? Why are things so complicated?”I laughed. “Well, that’s why we’re here, right?” I said, looking sideways at the audience. “This is as much an experiment for us, as it is for you. What would happen if you said you really want a cock right now?”She shuddered. The sun was coming up warm and the sky was clear. It was going to be a beautiful day.Back at the camp, I tried throwing leaves on the fire to make more smoke. It worked pretty well for a while. At least, all the smoke didn't blow into the trees."So, Yonson. I guess you're pretty sure you're going to college next year." Yep. I'd like to do it on a scholarship but I'll go anyway." Have you picked a major?" Not really. Phys Ed, maybe. Aeronautics." How do you do that? Pick a major, I mean." It's.