Maybe if I could just be the woman he wanted me to be, then he could love me like he used to." You thought it was your fault?"Marcie nodded. "Whose el...e could it be?" His," the voice said strongly. "Kyle is broken, Marcie. He needs help that you can't give, no matter how you try. He wasn't meant to keep you, not like he is." But I love him," Marcie said. "God help me, I still love him." Do you love him, or do you love the way he used to make you feel?" the voice asked."I... I don't..." He used. .. urge. Some sort of craving. And as he stared at the cigarettes, he knew what the craving was for. Gary hesitantly reached for the pack of cigarettes and pulled one out, holding it between his fingers like he'd seen his Mom do plenty of times. He stared at it for a moment before reaching for the lighter. "What's happening to me?" Gary asked, not feeling anywhere near as panicked as he would have expected. And with a faint frown, Gary put the white cigarette between his lips and lit the end.. I then lowered the zipper on my jeans, but as his hand approached my crotch, a gaggle of soccer players ran down the hill to start a practice. I zipped up and opened the car door."Well, that was fun while it lasted! Be sure to stay in touch, Dear. I'm sure I'll be housebound for a little while, but I want to hear from you. Thanks for the ride, Richard."He smiled and waved and made the "A-okay" sign as he drove off.The crowd was gone when I got home, and Matty wasn't on the sofa."Matty?" Mom?. That strange feeling of being totally in someone else`s control, which she described as `awesome!’. Ian took ‘his’ nipple pinched it between his thumb and forefinger and lifted the not inconsiderable sac, until it stood above her chest to its fully stretched limit, his co- conspirator then wrapped the remaing hank of cord tightly round the thing as close to her body as he could. On completion, they swapped places, Mark lifting and Ian wrapping the other breast till the cord ran out, the colours.