“Or maybe you'll realize you like it. That you want to keep doing it. That you don't have to let shame and repression hold you back.”“It was nic...e not feeling ashamed,” I said, reflecting on the last day. “To not feel guilty that my pussy started getting wet or that my nipples tingled. No struggle fighting that ache to masturbate instead of just surrendering to it.”She smiled at me. “See. And now you're in a society that doesn't judge a girl for wanting to be a slut.”“They celebrate it.” I. I wanted you to think I was happy . . . so you wouldn't feel bad about being so faraway," she stated simply, as only an innocent can do. Peter Knight was genuinely touched. This was his beloved daughterspeaking, the one person in the whole world he really loved. She washis daughter, and she was expressing concern for his needs, for hiswelfare. He had left her and gone off, free as the wind, to pursue hisdream. God, he never realized how much he had failed her! He had thoughtof his own selfish. Darlene quickly formulated a plan to win them over.To say that she succeeded understates greatly just how well she really did perform under these demanding circumstances. Drawing on her underutilized as of late relationship skills, she charmed everyone who met her. Despite dressing in her most demure outfit given the hospital venue, she clearly got attention everywhere she went.She used her influence to ensure that Samuel got all the care he needed, and that it arrived on time. She also watched. Admittedly he’d never had such a dramatic opening encounter, one that surely would never be topped. But memorable as it was, that was not entirely it – the real moment of one-on-one engagement came when she appeared at his side in the garden court at the gallery. He’d looked up into her waist upon hearing her voice, scarcely believing it was her, his heart had flipped. Snapping out of that introspection, Merrick noticed Kirsty’s lingering sideway glance at the perfume emporium – the collection.