People roll up newspapers and try to swat moths, but i never seen a humantry to kill a butterfly yet.so i answer him, do you think if you smash yourhe...ad into this light bulb enough times it will magicallymake you into a butterfly.he says, no of course not. but to us moths, the lightis beauty and an escape from humdrum routine. light is excitement, it is fiery and hypnotic. we have nothingto be happy about but a few dreams. we know we can'tever possess or become the light. and we know sooner or. She said, "That's it. You're mine now. Be a good slave for me and the girls."It was a privilege to be dominated by Cory regardless of the circumstances. She owned me and I would be a good slave.Cory laid the front flap of her loincloth over my face. If I turned my head to either side, all I could see were her thighs.The crowd noise suddenly escalated. I assumed it might be because Cory's excitement was elevating, or perhaps Margot was doing something outside the ring. I had no clue what was. It would enable her to fit into that new situation wediscussed when you stopped by the club to talk with me." Exactly. I mean, she has the general idea but needs to have it all lookless concious, not forced. Like you. And she has to be more relaxed ifthere are any... physical encounters." But the sweet thing still identifies with her male past. Right?"With a shrug Shannon conceded that, "Even after having no body hair andwearing panties every day for the last year and a half, she. “I asked for a transfer to a different district, and while it’s being processed, I am moving to fifteen twelve,” Monica said as she packed the last of the things on the table.“Ah,” I nodded.“You were right,” Monica sighed. “There was sexual tension between the two of us, before I left, and it boiled over and I got caught up in the competition between Rachelle and myself, now with a rational mind, I know,” Monica shrugged. “I don’t want you, not in a romantic way, it’s pure sexual and I am over.