Now, I need help – real bad." As she reached the center of the living room, she said, "Where is he? I know he comes over here."Alice stood there nud.... She planted her hands on her hips and said more firmly, "As I said, this is not a good time."Tracy turned and suddenly realized that Alice was naked. "Oh, shit. I'm sorry ... you're fucking my brother ... I'm so jealous."Tracy looked around the dimly lit room, this time taking in the piles of clothing from multiple men and women. Alice could. How can they possibly figure out what someone means if all they can do is listen to the words?Text messages and emails are worse of course because you can’t even hear the person saying the words – all you can do is read what they’ve typed. It’s really hard for me to understand people over the internet. A few times I’ve gotten all upset because I thought someone meant one thing but they really meant something completely different.That can happen to me in real life of course, but it doesn’t. Even as he untied me and dragged me over to the shower room I didn'trealize the extent of his plans or the extent of his skills inreshaping his men into sissies. I was broken and I was high too. I feltsome inner satisfaction for having endured his beating long enough forit to stop. Even laying there, crumpled at his feet, I knew I'daccomplished something. And when he then began to piss on me I welcomedit as further proof that I was now his. I straightened myself out underhis feet so he could. " The door slid shut and a voice called out from the front. "Of course. My name is Edwin. If you need to go anywhere, just come and find me." Connor nodded his head to acknowledge he had heard what was said, but he was mesmerized by the interior. The whole interior of the craft was red velvet and black leather trim. There was enough room on the ground for him to lie down comfortably and not worry about hitting anything. A screen was ready to play music or movies, whatever.