The part I'm waiting for is still coming. I CAN'T TAKE THIS INCESSANT WAITING! ;LSADFHLKASDF;OASDFHLKASDJFJLSAKDJFHASKDFJSADKF.
Sorry, I went crazy there for a second, but I'm back now.
"I think that's the trap he was talking about," Pam said, shaking her head. "I think I know what he means. I think if he told me to do . . . just about anything, I'd do it."
"Yeah," Courtney said, sitting up. "But . . . I trust him not to really hurt me. Except, maybe, break my heart," she added sadly.
This sounds like a baaaaaad Harlequin.
Now they're just...getting naked in front of each other. You know what? I've stopped trying to understand. Courtney's trying to make Mike get wood and Mike's all proud because he can control his penis.
"I'm not a rapist. I'm not a slave owner. We're, all three, friends. And we need to stay that way. Okay?"
Come ON, Ringo. Mike is a rapist. Apparently he turns into a whore slave owner later.
Courtney, Pam, and another friend are discussing sex with Mike. I want the shooting back. EW, double entendre. I'm just going to stop talking now. Courtney's like, whoa. Way into Mike. And it's kind of sudden. I like the way this book portrays women in such a positive and strong light. Pam and Courtney apaprently aren't insulted that he's fucking both of them at different times.
"I wish I was there," Stacey sighed.
Goddammit, I'm hurting inside.
Anyhoo, Mike is taking Courtney and Pam to the Bahamas but they have to call their parents to get birth certificates. I TOTALLY FUCKING KNOW WHERE THIS IS GOING, BUT I WISH I DIDN'T.
Chapter 21
My mom would freak it out if I phoned her to get my birth certificate to leave the country with a strange man twice my age.
Oh fuck. And here it is.
"If you do understand, I don't want to know," Courtney said, sighing, then paused. "Mom, have you ever heard the . . . term I guess: scene."
There was a very long pause.
"Yes," Abigail said calmly.
"Oh," Courtney replied, her eyes widening.
"Is he a top or a bottom?" Abigail asked.
"A what?" Courtney asked.
"Is he a dominant or a submissive, then?" her mother asked.
"Mom!"
"Dear, do you know what a spreader bar is?"
"Mom!" Courtney gasped. "No. And I don't want to know if you do!"
"You know those rosewood planter hangers in your father's and my bedroom?"
"Mother!"
I'm not really sure how to put into words the sound I'm making right now. It's kind like "UNNNNNNNNNH" only imagine that with more pain and despair.
Also, I'm not totally sure what a spreader bar is, but I am totally sure that I do NOT want to know.
"I've had a good friend die because her dom didn't get a gag off in time."
Oh shit. What if my mom has some kind of double life? AHHHHH, BRAIN BLEACH!And then Abigail (the mom) says that she and her husband swing and that some guys like mother-daughter action. OH JOHN RINGO NO.
"A woman should be a perfect lady in public and a whore when the bedroom door closes."
WHY IS SHE STILL TALKING?
I'm not even halfway through the chapter.
Blah blah blah Abigail is still talking to her daughter about S&M. I'm going to skip that part.
Now Mike is talking to Abigail and Mike is telling her about what he's planning on doing to Courtney and Pam. AHHHHHHHHHHH I NEED TO BLEACH MY BRAIN.
"We've got the time and luxury to . . . take our time," Mike said. "I'd, frankly, planned a rather drawn-out slave-training scene. Captured girls, being taken on a boat to be sold, et cetera. Pseudo Gorian, I suppose."
"Sounds heavenly," Abigail said, sighing. "But . . ."
Just putting that out there.
And then Abigail propositions him.
I need to stab myself through the eye with a spork now, kthxbye.
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