" Hey, is that some BDSM thing?" Mary asked. "I read about Tops and Bottoms but I didn't really understand it. It sounds a little creepy. No one is go...ing to like brand me as his or her slave, right?"She laughed but she was the only one. The rest of the group had no idea about what she was talking about."I'll explain it later," she said. "Bunch of ignoramuses you are. Don't even know about the booming L.A. sub-culture." I know what BDSM is," Rachelle said. "But the rest of it lost me." It's like. I don't know what it does for the married women and MILFs I get to bed, but there is something tremendously erotic to me about cuckolding the woman's husband by totally ravishing her in the same bed that she makes love with her husband. I love that. I love the reality that she's married to him, that she may have given him children, conceived possibly in that very bed, and they had fucked and orgasmed and brought each other off in that very bed, but on that very night, she's all mine and I have. She paused on her way past him, reaching down to ruffle his hair, Cooper fighting her off. “A small gun for a small man.”“Small man?” he grumbled, stowing the weapon in a holster on his pressure suit as he hurried after her. “I’ll show you small man ... fuckin’ dickhead.”He followed her back out into the corridor, finding that a dozen guards were waiting for them. Even after spending several days as a guest on the crawler, and being free to go where he pleased, the sight of them still made him. Norma couldn’t see a good way out of her situation. She ran off with some new boyfriend, leaving her infant behind with her mother. They new boyfriend abandoned her after three weeks, but she refused to go home. After a horrible year of living in a crappy tenement and working the graveyard shift at McDonalds, she begged for her mother to let her move home again. Her mother had made it clear that if she wanted to stay, she had to work a nine-to-five job and had to get her GED. She also made it.