So much so, that I began to weep."Why are you crying!" asked Villiers."Because no one has ever loved me," I replied."Perhaps someday I shall love you,..." he said."No you won't! You are going to strangle me and leave my body to rot under a hedge or a tree!" I cried, in a very plaintive voice. At least I hoped it was plaintive. I hoped I was not whining instead. The two sound very similar, and it takes a sensitive ear to tell the difference between them. Alas, The nuance seemed lost on John. Despite his loud protests, he'd been removed from his bed and taken to some antiseptic facility, supposedly for his own good. He'd blacked out long before the gurney had been wheeled out the doorway, only to wake in an unfamiliar room painted a cold colour of light green, attached to various machines and monitors, tubes running from intravenous bags to somewhere on his body. They sedated him through one of those liquid solutions coursing through his system, for he fell back into a dreamless. But boys will be boys, I'm afraid, and after he scored with Mary Gretchen that second time, Ray became a different person at school, not keeping up his act about dying to get into her pants!When Ginny informed us that Ray had blown his part of the cover up, I had to order him to find someone his own age to dally with, and to keep whatever girl he found away from home here.Ray actually thought I was being jealous, that he got inside Mary's head with his irresistable charm, that he actually WAS. “Dessert is served!” she announced, sweeping her hand over the women.Geraldine and Mel sat bound back to back, the former under a chocolate fountain, and the latter under a custard one. The sweet liquids cascaded over their faces, naked breasts, and stomachs, to pool between their open legs, transforming them into an erotic, living sculpture. Fruit surrounded them for dipping.Lissa had smeared an assortment of baked goods over herself. She already had a Nigerian and Australian archbishop by the.