I grinned."I am not familiar with this address. Believe it or not, I'm from out of town," I said with tongue in cheek."Of course. I will have my drive... drop you off close to his home. That should suffice, should it not? Say, tomorrow morning?" he asked.Which is why I found myself getting out of the back of John's Bentley, late the next morning. I dismissed the driver. I was in a fashionable suburban area. It could have been any upper-middle class suburb in America. I walked down the block, and. The movement brought a low moan of delight from her rosy lips. Since Tom left her, she’d gotten quite good at loving herself. Actually, now that she thought about it, what she did to herself made her feel better than Tom ever had. She’d never, ever been loved the way Ron had been loving Linda, though. Just the memory of what she’d seen pushed her excitement up another notch. Ron, still awake, continued contemplating the possibility of making it with Lynette. He imagined what her slim, girlish. ‘Why not?’ ‘They are for teenagers and….’ I paused. ‘And what?’ Tara asked ‘And, and, and….’ Tara added another command. ‘Katherine will not feel uncomfortable using swear words or sexual innuendo.’ ‘Sluts,’ I blurted out, feeling the invisible chains of propriety being taken off. ‘Good girl,’ Tara purred. ‘Thank you, Miss Tara,’ I replied, feeling a rush of giddy excitement at having her approval, before realizing I had called her Miss Tara. ‘You love wearing thongs. Thongs make you feel sexy. ‘Because she’s coming home with me.’ Henry said from beside me, I could tell from his tone that he was deadly serious. Joel looked at him, and his face twisted into an exasperated expression. ‘You could have told me your boyfriend was over there,’ he hissed at me, and walked off. I turned to face Henry, and the expression on his face was heart-rending, and oh, so confusing to me. ‘Why are you looking at me like that?’ I whispered, unable to tear my eyes away from his face. He was silent for.