Again, please remember, ‘THIS IS A NOVEL.’ Chapter 2 4. The Domino Effect Saturday morning, Rod was angry, and he was never angry. Rosalynn walked... around the house ignoring him. She sent the three oldest boys, 7, 6, and 6 years old, to play at their friends’ house next-door, while she tended to the three children at home. She knew why he was angry, but she let him stew in his displeasure, instead of coddling him. If she said that word out loud now, he would explode. She decided to wait until. Towards morning however I have a particularly vivid dream. I am masturbating still, indeed it now seems as if it is all I have ever done in my life, but what makes this so intense is that I dream that I am lying on a table in the research library in full view of the readers, all of whom are staring and pointing. I feel an extreme rush of shame but curiously this merely increases my lust as I become aware of my exhibitionism. Slowly a figure approaches down the long corridor of the room and as. I felt one of his hands move off my butt, disappointed at first, but then I felt his hand up my side and begin to cradle my breasts through the dress, my nipples poked predominantly through the front of this soft material, even through the strapless bra I wore underneath. He massaged and ran one fingertip, and then another over my nipple, and then giving it a gentle pinch. I looked around, and every eye was upon us, I noticed our waitress standing in the corner, her eyes were glued on our. ' pausing for a moment thinking, I added 'You might find my bedroom door left a little open, so if you followed up behind me, quietly, I might not even know you are there....' I left this hanging in the air for a moment, to give him time to digest that I was presenting him with an opportunity to get a peek at me in return for yesterday, if he thought I was 'beautiful', before pecking him on the cheek once more, and then running up the stairs to my room. I left the door half open, deliberately..