Don't be a stranger." She stood, thinking there was little more to say, but Rosie rose to her feet and moved to embrace her.Holding her, she said, "Du...lcie, You've been mother, friend and big sister to me. I can't tell you how much you mean to me. But I do want to say ... I love you."Dulcie was touched by the sincerity in Rosie's voice. "I know it, but it's nice to hear you say it. I love you too, and so does Peter. We'll miss you."It would not be reasonable to expect everything to go without a. He can easily free himself, but he allows me to do this for now, as I am in charge and he is obviously curious as to what is in store for him. My hands and mouth are free to run over his chest and belly, and I start to touch and kiss him there, lightly circling his nipples, first with my fingertips, and then with my mouth. He shudders and leans back against the tree, breathing deeply and surrendering to me for now. I work lower, mouth on his belly and hands on his sides and circling to his. I picked up the phone receiver, carefully dialing Brenda's number. At the orphanage, I hadn't been allowed to use a telephone, but I'd observed others doing it, and knew what to do. It was only six o'clock, but I hoped that she had left the club and was already at home. A woman answered on the second ring. She sounded different than either Brenda or her mother."Hello, Connor residence." May I speak with Brenda, please?" Who shall I say is calling, sir?" Kenny Masters." Please hold the line.". I lowered us again to the mattress, listening to the bed complain: creak-thump, creak-thump, creak-thump. She shook and trembled below me, mouthing prayers and pleas, her eyes roaming wildly. Now I held the headboard with one hand and her shoulder with the other. The heavy wood flexed some, and I used its energy as I bent bow-like watching her shocked face react to what had become almost an endless impaling. Again her head thunked the board solidly over and over, her feet kicked behind me in a.