The mystery, the excitement was intoxicating."Yes," I whispered, not even realizing I was speaking."We have very strict rules. You must not speak of t...his anywhere. This is a private club and privacy is essential. You do not give your name or ask for other's names. You are here for the experience and when you leave you take memories and nothing else. Nod if you understand."I nodded jerkily, the woman's voice so intimidating with its intensity that I felt myself curling up inside myself."Good.. I married young to an abusive man who pumped me with alcohol and d**gs to "loosen my inhibitions". The he forced me to "entertain him and his friends" at parties. This "sexual transgression" pattern is learned in c***dhood and is really difficult to unleash. Although difficult, it is possible for them to learn that sex is not simply for reproduction and that women are not labeled "sluts" just because they happen to be fond of sex.Some women fear that if they have sex liberally while sober, they. The first two projectiles hit and then bounced off the taut netting and then rolled off of it. One plopped harmlessly into the bay but the other caught on the edge of the netting and when it fell it hit the railing. The clay projectile shatters and the oil inside burst immediately into flames. By then Nimue's gunners had fired off several more projectiles. The ballistae could be cocked and loaded faster than the cannons could and they had a higher rate of fire. The third and a fourth projectile. "Wait for it." I said, swatting the ball only to have it manage to get me in the side anyway, leaving a large red circle on my bare skin. "Chris needs to be here." Chris was 14 and still in 8th, and thus still on his way home for the next ten or so minutes. "Fucking wait for it? Do you realize what Dad's going to do to me if I get another ISS?" He hissed, sitting upright and tossing the pillow at me. "Wait for it, fuck man!" I said, not even bothering with the newest projectile. I wouldn't have.