I told her about my divorce and the lack of sex drove me nuts. She went into detail of her husband doing her the last time when she gor pregnant with ...her daughter. He left few years later. She told of always wanting to try sex again, just fear her daughter might think she was some wild woman. fear of small town word getting around. We watched a movie one night and the sex scene was prett hot, I ask her if she would like ot try that position. Sure, if you like. The phone rang. and I am on a. ’ ‘No, I didn’t!’ answered Denise. ‘But Stan, no-one of us deserves to be cut off from you the way we’ve all been this last three or four weeks. You let me, and Elizabeth and Bob, and then most especially Anne into your world before. I know what the date is this Saturday, but please, let us all help you. Stop fighting us, Stan. Please?’ Stan looked over at Denise. It was nothing that hadn’t been said before, and the date was what it was, but for some reason it got through to him when it was. A fellow human being as your chattel. Your creature. Complete control over a man who once employed you. The same man who, at this moment, regards you as no more than a substandard form of life; placed on this earth with no greater purpose than to make his worthless existence more comfortable. A man, moreover, from whom you will have obliterated all traces of pride, masculinity and self-dependence until he looks to you for everything – even though he may hate you as he does so.?He gave his words. However, before you make a mad dash for the bedroom, I have a couple of other things to say."We don't care if you two marry or not; that is entirely up to you. All we ask is that you remain monogamous as long as you are together."The last thing that I ask is that you hold off on having children for the next few years. Nancy, as you know, your father us expecting some political unrest to develop in this country pretty soon. If he is correct, that will be no time to bring a child into the world!.