As we drove, I asked John why he was out with my dad. I had been after him all week to tell but he would not and today was no different.“No reason j...ust two guys talking about football and drinking beer that’s all,” John replied as he drove on down the road with a big shit-eating grin on his face.I ran my hands over his solid six-pack abs through his shirt as I said, “Well OK but don’t make a habit out of it or you will ruin these.” John just smiled at me and gave me a quick kiss before I told. "Mmm - so I guess he slides inside nice and deep?"Stacey smiled: "Oh yes - very deep. Of course, as you know he isn't lacking in size anyway."Linda almost leered. "Yep - you said he has a nice, big cock. That's a real bonus, you lucky bitch!" They both laughed. I could feel a slight, almost sensual wave of humiliation surge through me.Stacey tilted her head to one side, ostensibly to scratch her ear, and she made direct eye contact with me and said: "Yeah. Some guys got it - and some guys. That was the hardest thing I have ever done. When they came into the room I greeted them then passed out. I woke up with Janny standing there. She looked mad enough to eat nails and spit bullets, but she didn’t say any thing. I whispered to her, ‘I don’t like it either, but the punks that went after Sally said that they were after all of you. If I’m dead they won’t watch for me.’ She said, ‘I hope it’s worth it. There are four heart broken girls in that waiting room crying their eyes out. He still believes it's all just a matter of her demonstrating her willful nature. I'm not even sure how much Bertie is still in control of the situation when she is pretending. It is an escalation on her part, but how much is really voluntary?" Why doesn't she just try to be as happy as she can be? Why put everyone through all that other stuff, especially if she can control some of it?" It has become her power, the way she asserts herself. I believe it is similar to throwing a tantrum. It's.