Chapter 1
Probably because of the great amount of research now being done to establish what is actually taking place in this land insofar as sexual activity is concerned, many strange and unsuspected situations and practices have been revealed as prevalent.
The Kinsey Reports revealed that an unrealistic attitude was alive among our people and that what people talked about and actually did in the privacy of their homes were quite different. Some people were shocked when it was revealed that fellatio and cunnilingus were customary sexual practices for many people, that there was actually an exceptional fondness for this type of sex. Further investigation by those who came after Kinsey revealed that there were millions of people who were quietly swapping mates, practicing sodomy, and every possible type of sexual act and were quite uninhibited about doing so. Those who found intense sensual pleasures in flagellation practiced their inclinations without concern for the opinions of others, and it would appear that a total sexual freedom among our peoples is now the order of the day. And those who have achieved this uninhibited liking for the sensually hedonistic way of life are quite willing to talk in great detail about their experiences and their gradual development. The psychologist suspect that such people manage to enjoy an intense feeling of sensual excitement while they are talking so freely, and there is much to support this theory.
But the extensive research being done now has revealed many types of sexuality that might not have been suspected as being prevalent in our culture today. One of these is the numerous cases of incest now coming to light. This type of sexuality has always been considered as rare, an isolated case occasionally, but the case histories now being compiled by those who are doing the extensive research anent these matters today show that incest as a way of sex is much more common than might have been supposed.
The authorities point out that the main reason there is not too much evidence to prove the popularity of incest is that those who are involved are not willing to reveal the details of their crime to those who might put an end to the affair or deal out punishment. One is reminded of the old story about the farmer who was having sexual relations with his daughter, and who when asked about his feelings because of what he was doing said that incest had turned out to be such a nice thing they were keeping it in the family. While this is supposed to be humorous, there is an element of truth here. The people who are involved in incestuous sex tell no one about it, as a rule, fearing punishment or an end to their experiences. But the researcher, forced to protect the ananymity of his sources, discovers that incest is rampant, that unrestrained sensuality is on the increase and that sex as a means of enjoying the most voluptuous pleasures is now the most popular type of play.
It has been estimated in the public prints that as many as twenty million people are now involved in the mate swapping groups or the bizarre sex clubs, where anything goes. This represents ten percent of our population and, presumably, the most beautiful, the most virile and youthful people. With these figures at hand, and aware that our world is saturated with sex and sensuality, it would seem that anything and everything happens and no one cares.
And incestuous behavior, sexual excesses, and abuses are believable under such circumstances. In fact, so much has now been discovered about the prevalence of incest that the whole spectrum has been carefully divided into separate categories in attempts to understand the reasons for the development of the different relationships. The researchers want to know why a mother will initiate an incestuous relationship with her own daughter, or her own son, why sisters or brothers will develop homosexual relationships with each other, why a father will use his own daughter, or, if homosexually inclined, exploit his own son.
While much has been written about these types of incest, there is another type, not as well publicized, and this it the strange, often irresistible affinity that exists between twins, for the sexual enjoyment of each other. This situation has long been recognized by the professional people who have to deal with it sometimes, when, for one reason or another, a sexual liaison that has developed in such a way is no longer available.
Oddly enough, many of the professional people who have observed this syndrome at work report that when such twins are involved sexually with each other, there is rarely, if ever, a feeling that they are doing anything wrong. The attitude most noticed is the feeling that one is merely utilizing an extension of his own body and there is no harm in it.
Yet, in later life, such twins can discover quite to their dismay that there has been great harm done and that they cannot adjust to or find sexual harmony with others. There have been many interesting solutions to this problem, and without today's permissive and candidly hedonistic attitudes, many who have chosen rather direct solutions to their sexual difficulties might not have been able to function at all.
Perhaps one of the first to recognize the importance of the sexual patterns in the young person was Sigmund Freud. Writing in Totem and Taboo, he stated rather definitely that the patterns of sexuality first enjoyed by the very young later become the idea program for the individual who has grown with such a pattern. While many responsible and dedicated men have struggled with the problem of incest, little has really been learned or accomplished. In 1886, Krafft-Ebing gave a general summation attributing incestuous behavior to "great sensuality, and defective ideas of law and morals."
While many believe Krafft-Ebing and others of his genre to be far out of step with out times and its mores, much of what they decided has merely been elaborated upon, and much has been proven to be wrong. The early psychologists believed that incest was a by-product of poverty and propinquity and intoxication, but many of today's practicing psychiatrists have come to believe that the rich and the brilliant are equally interested in sexual acts within their own family and their own home.
And some responsible authorities feel that twins who aire at all close, or very much alike in many ways, are especially susceptible to the lure of incest. Many case histories support this.
Jody H. is now a young man of twenty-six, married to a very pretty blonde wife; he is successful in his work, and quite happy. Jody is a twin, and his sister, Rhoda, is an exceptionally lovely girl, a brunette with large dark eyes, a quick smile and a handsome young husband who adores her.
Jody and his sister became preoccupied with sex and each other when they were very young, and discovered that their activities had affected their entire lives.
"Rhodie was always very pretty," Jody says, "and when we were going to school, it pleased me that my sister was so popular with boys and so sought after. Rhodie developed very fast and when she was thirteen, she had the figure of a grown woman. I guess I grew up sort of fast, too, and I was always masturbating. I did it every chance I got.
"You see, like I said, Rhodie had a beautiful shape and she was always around the house, walking around in shorts or tight jeans, and just looking at her cute butt was enough to give me a hard-on and then I would have to do something about it. So, I'd go into the bathroom and jerk off like a fiend. Every damned day. Sometimes half a dozen times a day. Whenever I got the chance.
"We were raised by my mother; she was divorced from our father and he just sent money. My mother was always working, so Rhodie and I were alone a lot, and I guess that's how we got into trouble.
"Rhodie always wanted to talk about sex and stuff like that, and this one afternoon, I guess she was more excited than usual. We had both come home from school and I changed my clothes and I was in my bedroom lying down when Rhodie walked into my room. She had her bra and her panties on and she just stood in the doorway and let me look at her. She looked kind of funny and she didn't say anything; she just stood there like she wanted to say something and the words just wouldn't come out. I guess I stared at her. She was sure something to see with her nice long legs and her pretty thighs, and the rest of her. She had breasts that were quite big for her age, and when I looked at her I felt myself getting hard. I wanted to say something to her but my mouth was dry and I was trembling. Rhodie and I had gone through all the kid stuff about showing each other our sexual parts and all that when we were children, but this was something else again and we both knew it. Rhodie looked sick as she stood there. Her mouth looked funny, like it wasn't working right and her eyes were shiny.
"What do you want?" I asked her.
"She walked over to the bed and she stood beside it and she was looking down at the bulge in my crotch. She licked her lips and then she took her eyes away from what they were looking at and she shivered and looked me right in the eye.
" T don't know,' she said in a funny voice. 'I'm so hot. So awful hot. I don't know what to do.' "
"I didn't know what to do either. I had a hard-on that felt like it was going to burst and I wanted her to get out of there so that I could get into the bathroom and relieve myself. Rhodie reached out and picked up my hand. She lifted it up and placed it tightly against her mound. She stared at me with a stricken look as she began rubbing my hand against her. She was trembling and breathing kind of funny and she closed her eyes and let her head roll over to one side.
" 'Take my pants down,' she said, softly. 'Then you can help me.' "
"She released my hand then and I took the other one and rolled her panties down over her curved hips. I could see the triangle of dark curly hair against the whiteness of her belly and then she spread her legs in a quick movement and I could see the whole thing. I was so excited, so stimulated, I thought sure I was going to come in my pants. She took my hand again and then she was putting my fingers between her legs and I could feel the slippery warmth of her sex. She was moaning and moving her hips back and forth slightly, rubbing herself against my fingers. She put my fingertip on something hard and round and awfully slippery and then she moved my fingertip back and forth rapidly and her moaning got louder and louder and then she was shaking like she was freezing to death.
" 'I'm coming' she was saying, 'Oh, God, I'm coming. Oh, Jodie, I'm coming, coming, coming.' "
"She was doing it all herself but she was manipulating my hand and my fingers and I knew what I was doing for her and when she kind of caved in on me and almost fell, I could feel a strong, wormy feeling in my balls and then a sharp, burning sensation that was awfully nice and I knew that I was coming in my pants. Oh, Lord, was I coming. Nothing like before. Nothing at all like it. It seemed to me that every time I jerked off, it felt different when I'd come, always a bit nicer, but this was sure the best of all.
"Rhodie just fell right down on the bed and she was hunched over me, shaking and whimpering and I still had my hand between her legs. She wasn't touching it any more and I was on my own, so I began rubbing the little nubbin that did all the damage and she began moaning again and squirming around, but she didn't pull away. In seconds she was coming all over again and her crotch and her thighs were slick with her juices. She was squirming her hips against my hand and she just kept on having one orgasm after another and when I tried to take my hand away, she wouldn't let me. She grabbed my hand and put it back between her legs and I could hear her words sounding like she was in agony.
" 'Don't stop, Jodie,' she begged. 'Please don't stop. Not yet. I'll tell you when. Please, Jodie.' "
"I started sliding a couple of my fingers into the opening and I kept rubbing the little bump and she really went ape then. There was a funny, keening sound coming out of her throat and her legs were flailing around and she kept pushing my hand tighter and tighter against her and then all of a sudden she drew her breath in so sharply it made a hell of a racket and then her legs shot out from under her and she collapsed and she was screeching like she used to do when we were kids and I'd hurt her. She was sprawled on the floor and her whole body was shaking violently and as I watched her, she started easing down a bit and then she just kind of collapsed and she was bawling, the tears streaming down her face.
"She scared me because i thought I had hurt her. I didn't want to hurt her, and I had always known that a girl was awfully delicate. She sat up and I could see that she was still having trouble breathing. She turned her head and looked at me and she had a big, crooked grin on her face. I knew then that she was very much all right. But I wasn't. My whole crotch was a mess because I had the feeling that while I was so excited and so busy working on her I had come again in my pants and that makes a hell of a mess. Rhodie moved her legs and she started getting up onto her feet. She stood beside the bed and I could see that her thighs were wet and so was her crotch. She slipped her fingers between her legs and rubbed herself there gently. Her pants were still curled around one leg and she looked like a real mess. But she was still wearing her big grin.
" 'I'll bet you had yourself a good time,' she said.
"I was still charged up and I still had a hard-on and I don't think I could have made sense if I had tried to say anything to her. She bent down and then she was kissing me and it was an awfully nice kiss, gentle and sexy and decidedly sweet.
" 'Thank you, Jodie,' she said softly. "Thank you very much.'
"She turned around and walked off into the bathroom and I wished the hell she'd get out of there so I could go in and clean myself up. When she did come out of the bathroom she was just wearing her bra and I could see that she had washed herself between her legs. She came over to me and sat down on the edge of the bed. She smiled as she reached out and touched my dick and I jumped. She laughed at that and started opening my fly.
" 'You helped me,' she said, 'and I'll bet you had a bad time of it, too.'
"She slipped her hand inside my fly and I felt her touching my slippery dick and she stared at me, her eyes surprised. She pulled it out and she was holding it with her fingers wrapped around it. She started moving her hand up and down slowly and that just got me close to popping all over again.
" 'You really did have a bad time,' she said. 'How many times did you come?'
" 'Twice, I guess,' I said. My voice was a hoarse croak.
" 'Poor boy,' she said, sympathetically. 'Come on in the bathroom and let me clean you up.'
"She started to get up, still holding my hard-on.
" 'I can do it,' I said. 'I don't need help.'
" T want to do it,' she said. 'You need help.'
"She tugged and I got up off the bed and we went into the bathroom. She made me get out of my pants and my shorts and she used the wash rag to clean me up. Then she told me to sit down on the edge of the bathtub. She knelt down when I did it and she inspected my cock and my balls and she seemed to like fondling my balls and squeezing them. She laughed when I jumped because she had hurt me. She thought that was real cute.
"She had her hand around it and she began pumping it up and down and I sat there scared to death that I was going to pop. I tried to tell her not to pump her hand so fast but she wouldn't listen. When I reached out and stopped her, she looked up at me like I was out of my head.
" 'That's what I'm trying to do, silly,' she said. 'I want to see it spit. I know it does. I want to watch. I'll clean up the mess. Now, just leave me alone.'
"My dick was so hard it felt like it was going to burst and there was a squirming agony in my balls. They ached like they were too heavy, too full. She started pumping her hand up and down again and then I was spurting and the stuff was going all over the place. She watched it all and she was very interested. Then she bent her head and slid her mouth down over it and I felt her sucking while she was still pumping the part that wasn't in her mouth. She was sucking awfully hard, hurting me, and then I felt her tongue slowly rubbing back and forth across the throat of my dick and her fingernails were tickling and plucking at my balls and all of a sudden I knew that I was going to pop all over again. I wanted to tell her to stop but I couldn't say a word.
"By the time I could get my brains unscrambled, it was all over. I came and she just sucked harder and harder all the time it was happening and when it was all over she just took her mouth away and then she licked her lips. She looked up at me and she was smiling and her eyes looked soft and sleepy.
" 'I wanted to taste it,' she said slowly. 'Jenny Mae does that to her brother and she loves the taste of him. I wanted to find out. I love it, too. I love it very much.'
"She had a lot of questions then, like how many times I could come, and did I like it when she sucked me, and did I like playing with her, and things like that. She told me that she had been trying to figure out a way to have sex with me for a long time, but she hadn't been able to figure out the right approach, and today she had just gotten so hot thinking about it and all that she just walked in and started things. She asked me, smiling, if I was glad she had done it. I was sitting there with her holding my dong and I was in no shape to discuss things. I just nodded my head and she laughed. Then she asked me if she could suck me some more and I nodded my head again and she got her mouth over it and I thought she was going to have convulsions. She began shaking and shivering and every once in a while she would make me come, and when she did, that's when she'd shake and shiver the most. She must have sucked on me steadily for over an hour and when she finally quit, she said it was because her jaws were aching.
"We both got dressed after that because it was getting late and our mother would be home soon. Rhodie used the washrag to clean the stuff out of my pants and my shorts and then we both went into the kitchen so that we could talk while she began fixing our supper.
"She was very frank about things. She said she had wanted to learn all about sex and try everything but she didn't want to try it with any of the boys she knew. She wanted to try it with me, and only me. She said she knew she didn't know how to suck a boy's cock very well, but if I let her practice, she would learn to do it real good.
"We talked about screwing but she was afraid of that. She and her girl friends had done a lot of talking about that and she knew that if I came in her she could get knocked up and she was afraid of that. She said there were lots of other things that we could do and she would find out about all of them and we would try them and then do what we enjoyed doing the best.
"When my mother came home we were our usual selves and we sat around the living room after supper, watching TV and visiting with my mother and several times I had the terrible urge to look at my mother and yell at her about what we had been doing, but I didn't. We got sent to bed early and I fell sound asleep as soon as I hit the pillow.
"My mother had to leave the house in the morning before we went to school and she left me and Rhodie at the breakfast table. Rhodie was in her robe and so was I and as soon as my mother went out the door, Rhodie reached for my prick. She gave me a big smile as she started fooling around with it. She liked the way it would get hard so fast and she insisted that she was going to suck it a few times before we went to school. I didn't argue. We went into my bedroom and she got onto my bed with me and she made me come three times before she would finally let me get dressed so that we could go to school.
"She was waiting for me when I got home that afternoon. She had her robe on again and as soon as I walked into my room, she followed me and then she took her robe off and she was stark naked. She started taking my pants down and she was so hot and desperate I had to tell her to wait a minute, I'd do it. She let me do it, then she pushed me back onto the bed and I lifted my legs up and got them stretched out too. She climbed on top of me, her hips right above my face, and then she was sucking my dick like a vampire. I could see every little fold and crease in her crotch and then I could smell the odor coming from it and I ached with a sudden desire to taste it, to feel her hot flesh in my mouth, and she seemed to know what I was feeling. She shifted her hips and then her sweet, slippery flesh was against my mouth and I slid my tongue into the tiny little opening. She began to shiver and shake and so did I. I felt myself coming and then she was coming and she was sort of clenching and unclenching fiercely in my mouth and tiny little trickles of fluid ran out of her and I just got too damned hot to pay any more attention to what was happening. We went at each other like starving animals, feeding and devouring each other and we just kept on and on and then I noticed that it was dark in my room and so did she. We knew that we had better stop. She got off of me and she was dripping wet with sweat and so was I.
"She ran into the bathroom and got under the shower. When she was done, I got the bathroom. She dressed and went to work in the kitchen and when I got out of the bathroom and got dressed and went into the kitchen, my mother was home already.
"We sort of scared ourselves that first afternoon and we knew that we would have to exercise better control. And every day after that we would set the alarm clock so we wouldn't get caught. We had a pattern, I guess. Rhodie would blow me several times in the morning before we went to school. She wouldn't let me eat her because she said it took her too long to recover after I made her have a big orgasm. But after school, she loved that, as much as she could get.
"Rhodie let me screw her one afternoon after she had popped me six times and she was sure that I wouldn't come in her, but that didn't work at all. Screwing was just so damned nice I came before I even knew that I was going to do it.That scared her and me, too, and we stopped that. But she was all right and eventually we got around to sodomy. She liked that almost as much as screwing and she didn't care if I came in her there or not.
"When school was out for the summer, we really went to town. We'd have the whole day to ourselves and Rhodie learned all about how to use her mouth and her tongue to stimulate me. She loved giving me a trip around the world and she loved to have me do that to her, too. She got us some rubbers someplace, from one of her older girl friends, I think, but we used them for screwing, and because they were hard to get she would wash the same rubber out and re-use it for a long while.
"I know it probably sounds strange but Rhodie and I didn't have any feelings that what we were doing was terrible or evil. We were twins and she had what I needed and I had what she needed and that was the way we thought about it. Rhodie was hung up on blowing me. She said she loved the taste of what came out of me, and when I came in her mouth, she would experience a monumental orgasm of her own, and all the time she was sucking, she would have lots of nice little climaxes, so all in all, we were very happy with each other. It got so her hand felt more natural on my cock than my own.
"The years passed and Rhodie and I just kept on with each other. Rhodie dated a lot in school, but no one ever got to her. She said she just didn't feel like having sex with anybody else and neither did I. I started going with girls in my senior year and several girls liked me very much but I wasn't interested in sex. For one thing, Rhodie made sure I was kept dry all the time because she said, laughing, that she didn't want to share me with anyone. She said she wanted all there was of me and that made me feel good for some reason.
"After we graduated high school, we both went looking for jobs and we found them. We were still living at home and still having fun with sex all the time, but then Rhodie started dating a guy that she really liked and I began to worry. The guy's name was Ralph and he was a nice looking guy with a good future. He was older than Rhodie and maybe that was a factor. In time, she decided that she was going to marry him and that almost threw me into a panic. I was smart enough to realize that I had become dependent upon Rhodie for sex and I was really oversexed, eager to do it at any time. Rhodie told me not to worry. I would find a nice girl who would be just as good for me as she had been. I wasn't too sure about that, so I really worried.
"Right after she turned eighteen, Rhodie moved out and got a place of her own, and shortly afterwards, when I got a good job, I did the same. It didn't bother my mother because she had herself a boy friend and soon after we left home she married him.
"But Rhodie and I kept on having our sexual orgies and we did a lot of screwing after it became easy for me to get rubbers. But we only screwed for the novelty of it. Rhodie was still hung up on sucking me all the time. If anything, as we grew older, she just got worse, or better, depending on how you look at it.
"So, when she decided that she was going to marry Ralph, it really shook me up. But she wanted a home of her own and security and Ralph made a good dollar and he adored her. She could do anything she wanted to with him and he just let her have her own way. I think maybe a lot of it was that he was kind of shy and timid and it tickled Rhodie to order him around and make him her slave. For a long time, I know they didn't have any sexual relations at all and that pleased me. But one night Rhodie called me up and she asked me to come over to her place. She said she had a very serious problem that only I could help her with and I knew what that meant. Ralph had gotten her all steamed up necking and fooling around and she was too hot to sleep, so she was calling me to come and put her fire out for her.
"I drove over to her place and parked the car and went upstairs. I had a key to her apartment and when I walked in I wasn't surprised to find her in bed. She said that Ralph had left early and she just couldn't sleep so she wanted to nurse for a while. She really wanted a sixty-nine, so I got undressed and climbed into bed with her. We got into our usual position with her on top of me and we really went at it. She was hotter than I had seen her in a long time; Ralph had really gotten her worked up. She was half crazy; the stuff was flowing out of her and she was turning herself inside out with heavy orgasms. I'd never seen her so wet, so stimulated, and it took more than an hour of sucking to finally cool her off. She almost killed me with her mouth. She just couldn't seem to get enough out of me and when we finally wore ourselves out to the point where we had to stop, she was finally calm and very contented.
"She got out of bed and put her robe on and I got dressed. She fixed some coffee for us and we sat in her kitchen for a while over our cigarettes and coffee. I was conscious of my hurting dick, knowing that in her frenzy she had sucked too hard and really inflamed all the nerves in the head of it. But I was used to it with her; it was just that it always hurt for an hour or more after we got done with each other.
"She told me that she was going to marry Ralph in two weeks and she was scared. When I asked her why, she said that she had tried sex with Ralph and it did nothing for her. It left her cold. Then she went on to tell me that Ralph had laid her in her own bed and after he left she called me to come over and really take care of her. That almost made me sick when I realized what had happened and why she had been so wet but the more I thought about it, the more the whole idea appealed to me, and I had feasted quite shamelessly. She smiled at me as I sat there and thought about it.
" 'Don't complain,' she said. 'You loved it. Maybe we can do that more often. Just knowing what you were doing got me hot as hell.'
"We sat and talked for a little while longer and then I went home to bed. I was so worn out I fell sound asleep right away that night and I didn't think about anything at all.
"Rhodie and Ralph got married and they went away on their honeymoon for two weeks and when they came back Rhodie called me right away. She said that Ralph would be going back to work the next morning and would I please take the day off from work so that we could have some fun. I asked her what was wrong and she said that her whole honeymoon was a bust. Ralph just didn't do a damned thing for her and she was half out of her mind with sexual hungers and hang-ups. She promised that she would come over to my place in the morning and we would have us a ball.
"She spent the whole day with me the next day and she was like an animal, incapable of ever getting enough of me, and I was filled with the same kind of eagerness for her. We drove each other up the walls for the whole morning and when we took time out for lunch she told me all about her honeymoon. Ralph was easy enough to get along with, and he was remarkably virile, able to come as often as she called upon him to do so, but she got no real sexual pleasure out of blowing him, no reactions of her own, and when they screwed she might just as well have been reading a book. He just didn't turn her on at all. So, she had to come to me to really enjoy herself, and when we went back to bed after lunch, she was wild and insatiable and she damned near killed me. When we finally quit because she had to go home, she was her usual serene and lovely self. She got dressed, and when she was leaving she stood for a moment at the door, smiling at me kind of sad like.
" 'I guess I'll have to do something about things,' she said. When I didn't answer her, she blew me a kiss and went home.
"About two weeks later, she invited me to have dinner with her and Ralph at their new home, and when I walked in I noticed that Ralph had a funny look on his face. He said hello and that was all. I went out into the kitchen where Rhodie was working and she gave me a cup of coffee. She had been to my place every night she could manage it and she looked very happy and quite pleased with herself. I asked her what was wrong with Ralph. He didn't look to be very happy. She laughed and told me she would tell me all about things later at dinner.
"Ralph was very quiet while we were eating. And when we were finished, Rhodie and I had coffee in the living room while Ralph cleared off the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher. I asked Rhodie again what was wrong with Ralph and she shocked hell out of me when she finally told me.
" 'I told him about us,' she said, smiling. 'I'm afraid I had to. I asked him for a divorce. That's how it all started. He began begging and pleading with me to reconsider and give him another chance, and he was sickening, really. So I told him that I could stay married to him, if that was what he wanted so desperately, but I was going to have you, too, and you were going to have me. I explained that we were twins and had always been very close and that maybe the fact that we were twins had something to do with it. He finally agreed that anything I decided to do was quite all right with him, just so we could stay married. So, you are going to spend the weekend with us and we are really going to have ourselves a time. All right?'
"I guess I was too astonished to answer her right away. Ralph had walked in while she was finishing up and he just sat down and looked at the carpet. She got up and went over to sit on his lap. She lifted his face up and kissed him. She told him not to be so glum. He would have as much fun as any of us.
"It bothered me to see that Rhodie was enjoying what she was doing to her husband. She was forcing him to accept conditions as they were and he seemed to feel very bad about doing it. She kissed him and told him to brighten up or perhaps we wouldn't ever bother to include him at all. She would get her coat and go to my place with me for the weekend and she would stay there.
"That got a rise out of him. He began pleading with her not to leave him. He said he would do anything she wanted him to do, anything at all. Just please don't leave him.
"Rhodie began smiling happily then and she began kissing him and really hugging him. She told him she couldn't help being the way she was. She just couldn't help it. And maybe after the weekend was over he would want her to leave him. He started shaking his head at her and then he was kissing her, too. It was quite obvious that we were going to have a wild and sexy weekend and I didn't know how it would all come out. But I knew that I would have to do as Rhodie said, too. "Because, like Ralph, I had no one else."