For months I tried to be strong but the thought of losing her… ‘I’m taking you home tomorrow.’ My voice shaky, full of trepidation. Beth nodd...ed her head, her eyes half-lidded and heavy. Hospice would help with her journey to…I banished the thought from my mind. I gently stroked Beth’s bald head reassuringly and as her hand tightened around mine, I started bawling. I couldn’t hold it in because she’d fought so valiantly. Beth gazed at me with sad eyes, eyes accepting of her fate. Before the. I feel humiliated, but excited too, in a weird way.You climb off, hurry to the bathroom and leave the room again. The vibrating stops and I am left with the object inside of me, my face wet and the taste of our juices in my mouth. I hear your party downstairs as I fall asleep once again.I awake later and the house is quiet. The party must be over. I hear you climbing the stairs and coming towards the bed. The blindfold is removed and I open my eyes to see your smiling face. You bend over. “You’re asking a very complicated question, that doesn’t allow for a simple answer,” said Bob.“Why not? You either do, or you don’t. It seems easy to me.”“First off, that’s a vulgar word. I never fucked your mother. We made love with each other.”“Bobby says the same thing. Ever since he got to ... do that ... with Barbie, he’s all goofy and talks different.”“Like how?”“Like this morning he said all he wants to do is make her happy.”“That’s what good sex is all about, Honey. It isn’t selfish.. “I can see from the turmoil in your emotions that you know what you’ve done is not acceptable in our family. I can also see you haven’t grown emotionally since you were fourteen and decided you needed more than your sisters, and would try to take it any way you could. Concentrating on negative emotions has kept you a child. I feel terrible that I failed you so badly and made you a woman sexually, but didn’t see that you’d made a wrong turn emotionally and stayed a child.“Since you are still.