"With that she fled.Sunday afternoon the doorbell rang again. "This is getting to be a habit," Tom thought. This time she didn't wait for an invitatio... as she stormed past him. She entered the family room and spun to him."Okay. I deserved that yesterday. But you shouldn't have said it." Tom nodded his head. The first crack had appeared in his shell yesterday when he had been appalled at himself that he could have said such a thing, no matter what hurt he felt. She continued, "I screwed up. I. She tensed up as his hands began to work their way around her ass, but after a few minutes she began to relax and enjoy the sensation of having a very hot guy feeling up her tush. “Madame has a very nice body,” he offered while continuing the massage. “Very nicely proportioned.” She felt a shiver run through her as his hands worked their way into the crack of her ass, and when he gently forced her legs apart, she offered no resistance as they moved down into her crotch and began working on. "Marissa, sit down please," Mark said solemnly while gesturing towards the chairs. When my given name was used, it always caused an eruption of body shivers. He used it to punctuate the seriousness of any situation. So much fear and worry bubbled up in my stomach, that I truly felt like I was going to be sick. I wanted to run out of the room to avoid having this serious talk with Mark. The lock on the door just reminded me how well Mark knew my tendencies, my tendency to run when I cannot face. I will not see him thrown away. He is your father's responsibility just as you are. That makes him my responsibility as well. We'll all have to sacrifice. Besides, just think how he's going to feel to have to wear girls clothes." Gayle began to giggle freely. The others gave her a perplexed look. "Mother," she laughed once she regained control. "You're right. We do have to accept Brian. But I don't think you're right that we all have to make sacrifices for him because of father's.