I have her up to her senior year in high school and her first boyfriend. Presumably he is her boyfriend. She alternately loves him and hates him. I th...ink she has killed him and marked up a rose three times so far," Nicki said. "Erin read the first fifty pages and assigned me to a critique group where I have to share what I've written. One by one, each member of the group has been killed by Sharon. She has an entire wall of black roses." It sounds obvious that she just imagines killing all these. I did not care to watch TV or read or sit in a chair or couch, I just waited, until the door knob turned and you entered. ?You look beautiful darling, up,? I rose and my arms flung around you my bare body pressed against you, your hands wrap around me and your lips pressed onto my forehead. The sweet encounter was brief, and your first order was sent. ?Straighten up, clean the bathroom to match the kitchen, make us breakfast,? a smile crossed your lips and mine as you paused, ?and we will see. .. a lot.But like Denise taught me, these insecurities run deep, and can affect a person in an unexpected way. And she should know. She was the psychiatrist. At the top of her field, really.So I decided that Rebecca's insecurities, instead of being an unattractive quality, could be used to make her see things my way. I didn't figure it was too much of a stretch to make Becky begin to worry that she couldn't continue to be successful unless she dressed up a bit. You know ... used her. But I felt hornier than ever! I looked up at him he was looking down at me. I wanted nothing more than to taste his load and please him. Suddenly we heard a voice " can I be next?". Frank not so horny any more took off running at the sound of a strange voice (I gave him crap later). As I stumbled to stand up I noticed the source of the voice. It was a guy I knew from the neighborhood Charlie in his 50's. Smoked camels,drank in the dive bar around the corner. Probably quite the stud in his day.