My submission had given him even more self-assurance. "Look at me pet," he said, confident as he lifted up my face with his strong hands.His voice and... actions weren't giving away the fact that he was as scared and nervous as I was. He knew by my writings that I would respond to a strong confident man, and he wanted to be that man for me So he kept telling himself to be cool and don't fuck this up.He had spent many long hours reading my journal and knew what to do and he had wanted me sexually. Making the Monsters that much more memorable and intense, and that both Belle and I knew how to make it work. Which is why, when it became obvious it wasn’t as good without her, I had no problem bringing her back. The thing is, I miss Sam. And she’s not the harridan you think she is.”“You said you wanted to tap that,” Joe pointed out.“I’m playing rock and roll asshole, Joe. It sort of comes with the territory. The whole groupie thing. Which is the problem with Sam and definitely not with. It didn't help that I had swiped a couple of pairs of my mother's used pantyhose, back to wearing them regularly. Penthouse made its return, the gay ads and the bi stories in the Forum fueled my fire for cock. My self-imposed, shame-filled exile from Charlton Book and Video would last a week and a half. On Wednesday, my parent took off for a long weekend. Within an hour of their leaving, I was upstairs in the laundry baskets, looking for any worn panties or pantyhose to wear. I would have to do. I said, sounding all mysterious. What do you mean? she said, raising her head to look into my eyes. Well take Timmie for example, you two where in a relationship for a few weeks. You broke up and he went crazy last night. If you two where never in a relationship, I would have never punched him last night. Our little love scene on the couch would have never happened. She just looked at me puzzled for a moment before kissing me on the lips and placing her head back down onto my chest. I guess.