I mean... I never knew I had it in me... James brought it all out... I mean... I allowed him to... I mean... yes... I freely have liked doing this." O... good. Had me worried for a moment there. So... you're married?" Yeah." James... is he your husband?" Matt. Matt is my husband." Oh. Does Matt know that you are... um... being so free?" I don't know. I'm not sure. He may suspect... I don't know." How do you think Matt will take learning that you've become a true slut?" I don't know. I hope he. She knew Bill was speaking because she could feel the vibrations of his voice in his chest where it was pressed against her skin but she didn't understand the words. Words didn't mean anything to her. There were only these wonderful, ecstatic feelings that she couldn't get enough of. She was aware of someone else talking but didn't understand those words either. Who was that? Yes, it was her mom but she didn't know what she was saying. It really didn't matter because she was slowly drifting. The man on the floor stopped groaning, probably more afraid than the rest. All was quiet in the room again. Even Susan, naked and half sitting up, didn't move. The Captain's air of icy calm returned. He turned to Susan and said: "We will continue the search, but you will not be harmed". With a nod to the agent he resumed his seat. Susan recognized that although the Captain had protected her, the man had no feelings of protectiveness towards her; she doubted if he had any feelings at all. As for. Just as he remembered her. Her hair was up in pig tails, the way she'd worn it all through middle-school. Her skirt showed off her slender legs, her feet were bare."Is that a new outfit?" Harold asked.Heather skipped over to where he was sitting and did a quick pirouette for him. "I got it at the mall the other day. Do you like it?"Harold loved it. The plaid mid-thigh skirt reminded him of the school girl skirts of his youth. Her simple white polo shirt matched it wonderfully. "It's ... very.