"She sucked in some air. "I guess about then I started, I realized I was beginning to think about her not as just a friend. I remember one particular ...time, I was home alone, I don't remember where you were, and I was masturbating, just lying in bed, touching myself, and suddenly I realized I was thinking about her, about kissing her, and licking her nipples. I imagined it was her fingers inside me, not my own, and I became aroused, wet, I started pumping my fingers harder, I imagined her. . Crack! Uungh! Oh, shit! What's going on, I'm not into that crap!"The nun looked up from her magazine and laughed so hard she almost peed under her robe. Harry thought she reminded him of an old girlfriend who had dumped him for an Italian Funeral Director. The only thing in the funeral directors favor was his salami of a cock.Remembering that embarrassment, he also remembered how the little slut used to lick his ass hole with a wild abandon after she had a couple of glasses of wine. He often. But hadn't I already thought to myself that it felt like a heavy curtain had been d****d over certain parts of my mind? Still, how did Todd know our cousin had done this to us? How was it that a few hours ago, everyone thought I was insane for seeing things that they now took completely for granted?My brothers looked at one another incredulously then back at me. "I figured since you were the first to see through it, you'd be ahead of us in getting your memories back."They explained to me who we. Phoebe thanked God the knife missed, but she was grateful that the blade had finally cut through Mark’s notion that emotional abuse softens. It rarely did, abusers usually remain abusers, and frankly, Phoebe was glad his girlfriend had finally overplayed her hand.At times Phoebe had wondered what Mark saw in her, concluding that the sex must be sensational to compensate for his waning confidence outside the bedroom. Not an issue she could raise with her brother. A reservation her husband didn’t.