She giggled at myattempt at worldly behavior. "And how was your evening Mom?" I asked herdirectly. "Your Aunt Alice and I went out to a club," she sai...d without includingany further details. "And, did you have a good time?" I asked her. I wasn't sure which answerwould make me happy. If she'd had a good time, it seemed it would have anegative effect on my life somehow. If she didn't have a good time, Ireasoned that things would continue to spiral downward. "To be honest, it was better than I. He was very clean, smelt nice which is always good, gorgeous arms and attractive… so I was pleased lol. It was also quite refreshing to find someone who was probably more used to our situation than we were (having been involved in similar before us, and for a great deal longer). He knew what the deal was, how to behave and consequently didn’t appear to suffer from the same nervous twitch as many other ‘first-timers’ (though can I just say that is by no means meant as a slur or criticism – I. "Yeah," I replied.I slipped my arms inside and tied the front shut.As I walked out into the living room, the lights were turned off, but the room was filled with the soft orange glow of candlelight.Gayle was kneeling by the coffee table lighting another candle. Next to her on the floor was a long dark green foam mat with a pillow on one end, and sitting aside the mat was a small bottle. I put my hands in the pockets of the robe and slowly stepped over to her. She blew out the match between her. Without notice the second stroke hitme. The pain went through my body as waives. I managed to regain control. ?Two? I was about to catchmy breath, when third stroke hit me. It was to fast. It caught me off guard. Ilet out a small cry. But I managed to stammer ?Three?. Just as I had said it,the fourth stroke came. It made me sob. I pulled at the restraint but it was ofno use. She had broken me. With a low voice I said: ?Four? I continued to sob alittle, but then I noticed that Mr. Skinner just.