.. I have a specific weakness, and in some ways, perhaps, it can make me ... polyamorous or whatever.“But here it goes. I can’t refuse an aggressi...ve man. A guy gets rough and ready with me, pushes my limits, takes charge ... I’m putty in his hands. I’m such a bitch most of the time, but when a guy makes me HIS bitch, I tend to surrender. I can’t be faithful to Matt because whether we stay together or not, and I hope that we do, I’ll always be ready to bend over for the next aggressive,. The early start was so that they could select and be fittedbefore the public filled the store. Beginning with lingerie and ending withshoes, each man assembled his new "work uniform" with a lot of moaning andjoking. Mindy assisted them with what they would need, color coordination,proper fit, accessories, and store dress code, which meant no shorts orslacks...skirts and hosiery only. She selected clothing that would help themblend in with the crowds, nothing unusual or extreme. Tommy was a. ’ ‘I guessed that,’ she said, continuing to smile. ‘You did?’ ‘I think you’ve picked a fine young woman for a wife, Roddy. I think she’ll make you very happy.’ ‘Yeah,’ was all I could manage in my confused state. ‘So … what do I do now?’ Mom laughed. ‘Well, to start with, you need a ring. That nice Mr. Fleischer can probably help you. Besides, he’s a good customer. We should show our thanks.’ ‘Yeah … a ring. Can you help me pick one out? I don’t know what would be right for her.’ ‘Of course.. I continued slowly up the stairs. Gabriel followed a step behind me. I paused at the top of the staircase, swaying uncertainly for a moment before I turned away from my mothers room. I crossed the hallway to the door of what had been my room when I lived in this house. When I had lived. I pushed the door open. The hinge creaked. That sound brought a rush of memories and flooded me with emotion. I had been eight the first time Henri had pushed the door to my room open causing that eerie moan..