I just put on this robe and play a role for those around me. Your father gave me orders to help you in any way I can. I am ready if you are,” she sm...iled breezily. Her laughter was playful and infectious. She seemed to be looking forward to whatever I decided to do.I was so eager to see her drop that robe and fall to her knees that I said the name Cherry like I was summoning a genie from a magic lamp.My mom opened her robe and neatly folded it. She was naked underneath except for her metal. . but that was a sin I could not bring myself to commit. But those ... those savages were doing it for me."The second? Like all macho black men, those idiots were using no protection. What I knew, but they didn't — or didn't care if they did — was that my insides were rotting with every sexually-transmitted disease known to man. Now do you see?"Marty was utterly appalled but said, "My God! You would be ending your life — something you had wanted to do anyway — but at the same time punishing. But in the heat of the fight, in the mess of the tunnels, in the panic of the moment as he had fled, he had taken the wrong path, the map he had in his mind of the twisting tunnels no longer made sense, he was hopeless and helplessly lost.He paused and rested his hand against a wall, dropping his sword and panting hard, holding up his hands and looking at them.“W-what's happening to me?” he asked the air, his voice coming out lighter than usual, a trick, he suspected, of the caves.His arms were. ” “No, not me, Vivie. I don’t have it in me to give it up to just anybody from the club or off the damn street now.” “Aw, c’mon. It’ll be fun.” “Nuh uh. Plus, it’s Friday, and it’s too cold outside. I’m going home, light a fire, make some dinner, and enjoy a good book. My purse can wait,” I lied. But Vivie didn’t need to know about my masturbatory activities. “Well, I tried. I’m meeting up with James later tonight. You enjoy your weekend, okay?” “You too, Vivie.” * My ears perked up at the.