She said, “I’m sorry. I don’t feel that way about you. I hope that what I did will be enough for you”. I told her that it was and that I would... be forever grateful for what she had done. I just wanted to do something for her. She said, “No – You did what I wanted…and I really enjoyed it. You were really nice to me and I wanted to be really nice to you”. We sat on the couch and talked some more. I never put my pants on. As she was getting ready to go, I was wondering if I was ever going to see. But he grabbed my arm and tugged me back in front of him. Hey I was talking to you. he laughed again. Get the fuck off of me! I screamed. Tell me why you have such a potty-mouth. he questioned while his free hand tapped his chin. I tried to knee him in the stomach, but he grabbed my leg. Then he used the hand he was holding my arm with and grabbed my other leg and slammed me on the concrete. Man it hurt. When I fell he fell with me and ended up between my legs. Then he let go of my legs and. Many of these were used only once in a great while … ballrooms, meeting rooms, that sort of thing. Stepmother spoke constantly, explaining this or that, what to do, what to avoid, what she must NEVER do … take a vacuum cleaner into the Stamp Room, for example (Daddy had an extreme fear of one of his precious stamps getting sucked up by a cleaning device). It was as they were leaving the Stamp Room that they bumped into the man himself, who bade them both a cheerful good morning and begged to. You are so sweet! Thanks for caring about me. Now, get ready, get your clothes off and get the hell in my bed!" Yes, Ma'am!" Stephen said in mild surprise while offering a mock salute. And although they did little more than kiss and fondle before drifting off to sleep, Carly wasn't about to give up any nights alone in bed with her Stephen.Unfortunately the pressures of business continued to eat up their intentions for wild sexual reconnection. The two slept together and did manage to give each.