“I hate you,” he said. “I never want to see you again.”“I’m sorry,” she said, shocked.“I was lying,” he said. “You know how I real...ly feel.”He covered his eyes.“I can’t believe I said all those things,” he groaned.“It’s all right,” she said, as relief surged through her. “What’s important is that you’re back to normal.”“You must hate me,” he moaned.“I don’t hate you,” she insisted.“But I said all those things!” he blurted.“I made you say all those things,” she said.“That doesn’t mean they didn’t. "If the outcome of this little talk goes the way I hope it will, I'll tell Madge everything myself. If it doesn't, then she doesn't need to know. Please?"I considered it a moment and then I said ok."I want you to fuck me - while Rick watches!"It was a damned good thing that she was driving, because had I been I would have run us right off the road and killed us both."You can't be serious," I said."Oh, but I am. Hear me out. For the last two years Rick has been after me to satisfy his favorite. "W-we always have a choice..." I said. I wanted to say more, to encourage him to lower the gun, but I couldn't form the words."NO!" Livingston shouted. He closed his eyes and I knew he was trying to fight the shouting commands in his head. "I have to do this!"Livingston was several yards away. Even with my speed, I couldn't have gotten to him before he pulled the trigger. I knew that. I had to reach him though. I had to find a way to get to him before the impulses forced his action.My instincts. It never failed to make me feel safe, loved, and protected.The snoring, on the other hand, could wake the dead.That wasn't it, though. Concentrating on various parts of my body seemed to offer no answers either. I snuggled my butt closer to Greg and closed my eyes. If I relaxed, maybe I could get back to sleep. Just a few moments later my eyes popped open again.There! In the small of my back, a muscle was spasming. It didn't really hurt, but it felt weird and not altogether normal. I reached up.