“Just to take the edge of this goddamned scene,” she told herself. “Babyyy!” she told Ace as she left her shift, and the way she drew out the...word and the tone of her voice instantly telegraphed to Ace that she was in a bad way. He smiled at her desperate need. “What’s wrong, cookie?” he asked. “I fucked up! Oh, god. I fucked up so bad!” She described through her tears and choking misery what had happened the night Joel left and took her children. She described what she had gone through since. You want me to be firm, sure, dominant and in control and you feel completely helpless and at my mercy, but you feel safe and re-assured. You look so delicate in your lace thong, and by this time all I am wearing are a tight pair of boxer shorts. You wrap your legs round me, drawing me close to you. You feel my firmness right between your legs. (As you read this, your legs part a little and your left hand finds its way down. You start to gently rub, as only you know how, imagining me. My heart just wasn’t in it. After an hour I gave up completely and went into a chat room.The hour I spent watching the screen passed quickly. I even learned that what I did was called lurking in the shadows. I enjoyed the conversations without adding anything to them.Before I knew it, I was falling asleep sitting in my chair. I moved the five feet to my bed and fell onto it. Next thing I knew it was morning. I made it into the bathroom and did my morning thing, then went to make coffee. While. Just until my mother was done sleeping. I went and sat on the couch. My dad’s glasses were on the coffee table. He’d needed them to watch TV and drive, but not to read. He’d probably set them there the last time he watched television. In all likelihood, he’d been the last person to touch them. I picked them up and turned them over in my hands. Anna had come in and sat down next to me. I didn’t look at her. ‘Do you want to be alone?’ she asked. Her voice cracked with emotion. I shook my.