Chapter 9

Michelle’s teasing seemed wrong and far too outrageous, but it sure did spice up our love life, and then some! Mindy and I couldn’t even wait to get to our bedroom to take off our clothes. We shed garments all the way up the stairs.

When Mindy reached the top of the stairs, she flung her bra into the air and yelled out, “Big boy, I want you to fuck me like a superman!”

Only later did I realize that Michelle had probably heard that. She probably found the bra on the floor too.

Somehow, either Mindy or I had the presence of mind to close our bedroom door behind us, but that was the last sign of any reason. We almost made it to the bed, but ended up about five feet short. I pinned my wife to the floor and attacked her like a hungry, rabid, and feral beast.

We fucked so hard and so passionately that we actually spilled some blood, which was a first for us. First, there was the blood from the way her fingernails dug into my back. She kept her fingernails fairly short to avoid exactly that kind of thing, but she didn’t keep them short enough for this level of passion. Then there was the blood from where I bit her on her jaw line during one of our particularly intense mutual orgasms. Both of our necks were covered with hickies as well, by the time we were done.

But details beyond that are vague for me. It was a two-hour blur of non-stop vicious and animalistic fucking. I was on such an emotional high that I don’t even know how many times I came. I think it was three, if not four. I consider myself a sexually virile guy for my age, but it had been at least a decade since I’d cum so much in such a short amount of time.

Whenever I thought I’d run out of energy or out of cum, Mindy would say something like, “Come on, lover. You got any more for me, or are you saving it for our daughter? You want me to call her in right now to drink your ‘goo’ straight from the source, or are you just gonna slip into her bed tonight, you naughty boy? Slip it to her good!”

I didn’t feel as guilty as usual about such things, given that Mindy was the one goading me on. I couldn’t understand WHY she was turned on so much by such thoughts, but she most certainly was.

She brought up Ruby very nearly as often. At one point, while I was busy driving deep into her slit, she gasped out, “Daniel! Call me ‘Ruby!’”

“What?!” I’d heard what she said, I just couldn’t believe it.

“I said, call me ‘Ruby’! Imagine you’re fucking your big-titted, red-haired, sexpot, centerfold daughter!”

“You mean ‘Michelle?’” Sweat was pouring off my face as I pounded her with all I had.

“I said red-haired, you goof! Fuck BOTH your daughters!”

“You mean ‘Nicky?’” I couldn’t believe I’d just said that.

She groaned loudly, and probably climaxed. “OH! GAAWD! Fuck her too!”

Mindy had teased me about getting turned on by Michelle or Ruby before, but never so blatantly. And, to my shame, I was the one who mentioned our angelic daughter Nicky for the first time in a sexual context! So very wrong! It seemed that all rules were out the window. Pure lust had taken over.

At a rare moment of rest between frantic fucks, Mindy looked to the door leading to the hallway and whispered, “You know, I’ll bet dollars to donuts that Michelle is standing on the other side of that door, right now, listening to every word!”

That alarmed me greatly. The problem is that the odds are good that she’s right. We’re pretty verbal in goading each other on during sex in general, but tonight just about all our verbal play has come from Mindy, daring me to imagine that I’m fucking Michelle or Ruby. How could Shelle not have heard that?! Hell, if she was jogging two blocks away she probably would have heard half of it, with the way Mindy has been screaming tonight!

The implications were sobering. If Michelle really was listening nearby, then we weren’t just arousing each other, we were encouraging Michelle’s delusional notions of incest and sin. While the comment further aroused Mindy, it actually turned me off.

I said to her, “Playing around between you and me is one thing, but I really don’t want her listening. That would freak me out. Can you get up to check and make sure the coast is clear? I don’t want to do it, because what if she’s there?”

“Sure. But don’t worry, I know she’s not there. Moms have a sixth sense about these kinds of things.”

Wrapping a sheet around herself, she got up and opened the door a crack and peeked out. Then, emboldened, she opened it all the way. She looked around. She closed the door, and then walked back to the bed. Then she paused, went back to the door and opened it, and shouted, “MICHELLE?!”

I heard a very distant, “YES, MOM?” shouted back. I was extremely relieved at how distant it sounded.

“DON’T COME UPSTAIRS, OKAY?”

“OKAY, MOM!”

All smiles, Mindy closed the door and walked back to the bed. “There. You see? Satisfied? She’s being a good kid and giving us space.”

“Well, that’s a relief. Wait. Stand still just like that.”

“What?”

“You look so sexy with that sheet wrapped around you. Kind of like a porno Venus de Milo or something.”

She laughed. Then, pulling the sheet over one shoulder to make it look like a toga (while leaving her bountiful breasts uncovered), she raised an arm into the air and struck a dignified pose.

I couldn’t figure out what she was trying to be since she didn’t have much in the way of props, until she melodramatically intoned, “Give us your tired, your poor, your huddled masses, yearning to cum.”

Then it was obvious: she was the Statue of Liberty.

Playing the straight man, I asked, “Isn’t that ‘yearning to be free?’”

She dead-panned, “Well, yeah, but they’re ‘yearning to be free to cum.’ They just ran out of room on the plaque. Originally, it was going to read ‘yearning to be free to cum on my chest.’ But there was some kind of cock up at the printer. You ever notice how the Statue is thrusting her chest out like she’s ready for a pearl necklace? And that book she’s holding? That’s not a book, that’s a stack of porno mags.” She thrust her bare chest out like an X-rated statue.

I laughed. She always makes me laugh. I said, “Speaking of cock ups, get your sexy ass over here. We’ve got a ‘cock up’ type situation right around here.”

She dropped the “robe” and winked. “Oh, really? Well, maybe I need to do something about that. Or should I yell for Michelle to help?”

She cupped her hands around her mouth as if she was about to yell, but she actually spoke softly as she said, “Hey, Michelle, Daddy’s worn Mommy’s pussy out. It’s all red and puffy. We need some hot n’ fresh tight teen pussy here, pronto! He’s gonna go all night and Mommy can’t take it all! Heck, after he’s filled your virgin pussy to the brim a couple of times over, you’d better call up all your sexy friends and ask ‘em to come over and help, ‘cos it’s gonna be a long one tonight, and I do mean that in more ways than one! Start with Ruby! He needs to baste her in his ‘energy drink!’”

And so we were off to the races again. No sexual comment was off limits, and that kept us going far beyond our usual endurance limits. The only thing that stopped us was sheer physical exhaustion. When we were finally done, I could hardly lift my arm up, no exaggeration.

If anything, Mindy was even more wrecked by the whole experience. She looked absolutely destroyed. I’ve never seen such a sexy sight in my life. My chest swelled with pride, knowing that I’d fucked my wife to our absolute physical limits. True, we’d had much longer sex sessions in the past, but in terms of sheer expenditure of energy and passion nearly non-stop, nothing beat this. It was like driving with the pedal to the metal until the car just plain gave up.

When it was over, we both dozed off. I woke up and looked at the clock and saw it was after midnight. I looked over at my wife lying beside me and saw that she was awake. Awake, yet it seemed like she was barely alive. She looked like she’d been hit by a truck. She gazed off into space with a vacuous blissful smile, like some kind of human vegetable.

I felt the same way. That had been just about the best sex of my life!

When I was a bit more awake, I turned to her, and asked, “Sweetheart? Are you okay?”

She turned to me and I saw the light of sentience flicker and return. “Okay? I’ve never been more ‘okay’ in my life! Jesus H. Christ on a pogo stick! When I married you, you should have come with a big warning label on the side of your head: ‘WARNING! Do not fuck this man! He WILL fuck you into an early grave!’”

She lay there panting a while, and then turned to me again and asked, “How are you feeling?”

I thought for a moment and then replied in a level voice, “‘Well, my hands are shaking and my knees are weak. I can’t seem to stand on my own two feet.’” A grin slowly spread across my face. “‘Who do you think would have such luck?’”

Mindy finally realized I was reciting Elvis Presley lyrics and finished the lines with me: “‘I’m in love ... I’m all shook up! Mmmm mmmm mmmm. Mmmm. Yeah. I’m all shook up!’”

We laughed.

“You know, speaking of Elvis,” she purred, “I think your performance tonight merits a new name for Dan, Jr. From now on, I’m calling him, ‘The King!’”

I laughed some more at that. “Uh-oh. I’m in trouble.”

With a gleam in her eye, she asked me, “Trouble? You mean like, you’re caught in a trap? And you can’t get out?” Her talking voice turned into a singing one, and I recognized the song.

We sang together, “‘Because I love you too much baby! Why can’t you see? What you’re doing to me?’” We sang the rest of the first verse and then the chorus to “Suspicious Minds.” and then laughed some more.

It felt good. Very good. This was the woman I loved more than life itself, and could never risk losing.

Suddenly, both of us looked and felt much less spaced out and much more human.

She said with fiery eyes, “I AM in love. So in love. Hon, let’s get married!”

I laughed. “We already are, Sweetheart.”

“Let’s do it again! I want to marry you ten times over! I love you so much. My God. I’m going to remember the way you loved me tonight for the rest of my life!”

“Good. Then maybe you can tell me what happened. I think I was out of my mind the whole time.”

She chuckled. “Honey.” She found my hand and held it. “Do you see what I mean, now? Do you see how this teasing can strengthen our marriage and do wonders for our sex life?”

“Yeah, I can see that. Holy mackerel, tonight was intense! But Sweetheart. I’m not comfortable with this. I can’t go through with it. If I were a cat with nine lives, I think I lost about half of them today. I died over and over, overcome with emotional intensity. Most other guys could handle this better, but I’m not made for this kind of thing. I crave stability and normality.”

Mindy looked at me in the eyes. “That’s true, you do. But that’s part of what makes it so intense. I know how tortured you must feel by her teasing, and somehow that turns me on even more. It makes me feel extra naughty, like I’m hooking an innocent Boy Scout on crack.” She laughed. “And that’s such a turn-on! Does that make me a bad person?”

“Well ... yeah! I mean, I’m not here just for you and Michelle’s amusement. It seems like you two were having a lot of fun at my expense.”

“I’m sorry, my sweet Honey.” She rubbed my arm affectionately. “You know I love you. I really do. But that was just too much fun. I promise I’ll make it up to you somehow.”

“But Sweetheart. Verbal and visual teasing, those may not seem much, but if you knew the kind of things I was thinking ... In my mind, well, let’s just say I lost all control with my urges towards Michelle. I still can’t believe that doesn’t bother you! I mean, look what was happening at dinner. You were jacking me off right there at the table and she totally knew!”

“Well, she didn’t necessarily know.” She looked away, because she knew that was an absurd claim.

“Oh, come on. Your arm was flying up and down like a jackhammer right over my lap. You might as well have shouted to the whole world, ‘I’m jacking off my husband!’”

She grinned. “Hmmm. Good idea. I’ll have to try that next time.”

“There’s not going to BE a next time. Things are getting way out of control and it has to stop. Or at least get toned way, way back. You know this so-called ‘hang up’ I have with adultery is pretty powerful. And I was taught incest is a mortal sin. Put the two together and I feel terrible. My dick is saying ‘YES!’ and my brain is screaming ‘NO!’ I can’t go on like that.”

I paused to look at my wife. I was glad to see that she was looking at me with concern instead of just trying to make another joke. I went on, “When teasing gets that out of hand, there’s no telling what might happen, even with me. Look at what happened to you. Remember during dinner? There were a couple of times you were ready to do anything, weren’t you? What if I just swept away everything on the table, threw you on it, and started fucking you then and there? With Michelle watching?”

“Honestly, what would I have done?”

“Yes.”

“I was putty in your hands. I would have done that and more! I would have screamed like a banshee as you fucked the SHIT out of me! The whole table would have shook with each of your thrusts, and fuck it if Michelle sees! I needed to get FUCKED! I can’t tell you how overjoyed I was when you announced we were going upstairs, because, as the saying goes, I was ready to ‘fuck a duck!’”

I was excited like she was, but I was trying to hide it. Somebody had to be reasonable. “Hmmm. Yes, well I’m sure our local waterfowl population is appreciative you didn’t go on a duck rape rampage. But seriously, I was ready to ‘fuck a duck’ too. You two got me so worked up there that it was lucky I had you to take upstairs right then, or who knows what would have happened. If I had been sitting next to a water buffalo, I swear I would have made love to the water buffalo!”

She teased, “Are you saying my hips are fat? I’ve been called a lot of things, but ‘water buffalo’ takes the cake!”

I couldn’t help but laugh at that. It helped break the tension, at least. “Seriously, now. What if I lose control and do something physical to our Michelle? I’d never be able to forgive myself. I’d be wracked with guilt forever. You know I’m a good Catholic. How could I ever even go to confession again, about what happened tonight? What’ll I say to the priest?”

She suggested, “Just confess in general terms. Like, you’re having inappropriate sexual thoughts. You don’t have to perv the priest out with every last detail.”

“Hrmph. And if you think the Christmas Party Incident was a big deal, just wait until I cross the line past verbal teasing. It’ll be a psychic scar that’ll tear at me for the rest of my life! Heck, some things have already gone past just verbal and visual teasing, sometimes. I thought we’d start slow and work our way up. But it’s like we’re driving a car without brakes. We’re all too horny. If Michelle wanted to jack me off tonight, I would have let her! That’s how aroused I was. And tomorrow I’m probably going to get that horny again, because she’s so good at arousing me.”

My wife couldn’t hide her lust. “Maybe you should! Let her stroke it! What’s the harm in that? Isn’t that what real fluffers do?”

I was incredulous. “‘What’s the harm in that?!’ Are you INSANE?! What about her emotional development, for starters? The effects on her would be too horrible to contemplate. I already worry about the implications of her incestuous fantasies.”

Mindy thought about that. Then she said, seriously, “I can see your point. I obviously don’t want you to suffer like that. And I know all about you and your crushing Catholic guilt. I wish I could rid you of that, if I only knew how.”

She pleaded desperately, “But Honey. Please. Please don’t make it stop! I’ve never had so much fun in my life. I’ve never felt so alive! There’s nothing wrong here. This has NOTHING to do with adultery. Nothing! You don’t have to tell the priest anything because you haven’t done anything wrong. You can’t rape the willing. It’s impossible to call it rape. If a man makes love to another woman with his wife’s full approval, that’s not adultery.”

“Wait a minute. Are you saying you’d be okay with me making love to Michelle?! You can’t possibly mean that!”

Mindy gave me a very funny look. I had no idea how to read it, which was strange because I thought I knew all her looks. She said, “Of course I don’t mean that. But if you two kind of touched each other, and kissed a little, we already agreed that was okay. And maybe if you even relieved each other ... After all, I generally won’t be there when you two are having fun during the day...”

“Mindy! What are you talking about? You’re suggesting we slide down a very slippery slope. That can only lead to one thing. Us men, we have this deep biological drive to implant our seed in a woman’s vagina. I can’t go there. I shouldn’t get anywhere NEAR there. Plus, there’s the whole incest issue. You can’t say that’s not a sin.”

She looked at me strangely again, and said, “I don’t know about that, but let’s not worry about that right now. Maybe if that’s such a big issue with you, you should fool around a bit with Ruby first and see how that goes. I’m sure you’ll love it.”

“Mindy! I can’t believe what I’m hearing! Are you the same woman I married? You know why I have such a strong stance on adultery. Yet you’re telling me to ‘fool around’ with her friends? What is it with you and wanting me to sleep with another woman?! You’ve been hinting at this for years. Don’t you see that I see that as a threat to our happy marriage more than anything? I just don’t get it. Saying we need more variety in our love life just doesn’t explain it for me.”

She shot back, “Didn’t you say a minute ago that things have already gone beyond the point of mere verbal teasing?”

I sighed. “Yes. I told you already how things have slowly escalated with the hugs and kisses and whatnot.”

“Tell me more! Especially about the ‘whatnot!’” She sat up in bed and looked at me, obviously quite interested.

I realized at that point that I was making the same exact mistake I’d made with her in the recent past: it was impossible to have a serious talk about such things when we were both in bed and completely naked. Now that she was sitting up, her impressive chest was exposed, and that always got my motor running. Even after our sexual marathon, I could still feel a stirring down below.

Worse, Mindy seemed positively eager to hear what I had to say. Eager in a ‘tell me all the juicy details and then let’s fuck!’ kind of way.

I said, “Sweetheart, don’t tell me this is turning you on! I mean, I already told you about the worst incident by far. You know, when Ruby ended up kissing me after I made her and Shelle lunch. I basically ended up naked with my shorts around my knees, and she was buck naked, and kissing me on the lips. With tongue! And my dick, well, it was hard, and well, basically, just kind of rubbing up against her skin.”

I’d been looking away as I recalled that embarrassing incident again. I heard her ask, “And Michelle? What was she doing?”

“You know that. I told you!”

“I forget. Tell me again!”

I knew she hadn’t forgotten, but I told it again anyway. I spoke while looking elsewhere. “She was naked too. They had towels, but the damned things fell off and were all but forgotten! And she was standing right there and even fondling my ass cheeks as Ruby and I made out like horny teenagers!”

I heard a gasp, even though she already knew that.

I confessed, “I’m just a horrible, horrible husband! That’s why I had to tell you what was happening. I had to come clean before it got even worse. And then you gave them the green light and it got way worse!”

There was a long silence. I finally looked back over at her.

The first thing I noticed was that she was biting her lip. Hard. The second thing I noticed was the way her ample chest was heaving up and down. It looked like it was taking all her willpower not to throw herself at me so we could have sex yet again.

I griped, “Mindy! Don’t tell me that even THAT is getting you turned on! Come ON! We crossed a line there into adultery! That’s when you’re supposed to hit me and yell in my face!”

That comment cooled her down a little bit at least, it seemed to me. She changed gears and grew more sober and serious. “Daniel, I have a serious confession to make. You don’t really know me.”

“What?! Of course I know you.”

“Well, 99 percent of me, yes, but there’s a little bit I’ve been hiding. I’ve always had a naughty side I’ve hidden from you. A really naughty side. You’re soooo straight-laced that I’ve always been afraid to show you how I really feel on certain things. I kept some things hidden because I knew you couldn’t understand. When I would drop hints, you would always frown and say no. We couldn’t even act out certain fantasies because the very ideas were too extreme, too taboo. But it’s time to come clean. Maybe now you can understand and accept that last one percent of me.”

“What are these hidden things?!” Outwardly at least I remained calm, but I was in a complete mental panic. My mind was immediately filled with all kinds of horrible things she’d done or wanted to do. I could imagine some pretty dreadful things.

“Well, I’m talking about all the things that you’ve never let us do in bed. Things like me getting raped in a role-play, or being called a slut, or being tied up and spanked. Whipped, even! You refuse to even call me ‘slut’ or ‘bitch’ or ‘whore.’”

I responded, “Because you’re not!”

She sighed. “There’s this dark side of me. A sexually wild side. Maybe the fact that you let me do everything BUT those things has increased their appeal over the years.”

“Wait! Don’t tell me you’ve done those things without me?! Oh my God!” I suddenly saw her dressed in spikes and black leather with welts all over her skin, being whipped by a giant gorilla-like man with a ten-foot long whip.

She hastened to assure me, “No, Dan. NO! Of course not! Calm down. I would never cheat on you in a million years! I’m just talking about fantasies. You know, the forbidden fruit temptation. I have some fantasies about some naughty things. Not only that, but as time goes on and our life gets more happy and settled and wonderful, somehow that draws me to the naughty and the risky even more than before. It’s like we live in a church. We need a little more ... something.”

I stared into space with a great sadness.

That made her panicky. “What? What?! Don’t look like that, Dan! I just confessed some deep inner secrets. Please be supportive. Talk to me!”

“I hate to say this, but I feel like I’ve just lost my wife.”

“Daniel!” She started to cry. “Don’t say that! That breaks my heart! Take that back! Why are you saying that?! If there’s anything you don’t want me to do, then just forget I ever said it! I’ll bury those thoughts all away, deep away! Forever!”

My heart felt so heavy; I felt like I’d died. “I never knew. I never knew! It hurts me so much that you’ve been keeping these secrets. But what I worry about is that I’m such a straight-laced fuddy-duddy that I’ll never be able to satisfy those fantasies of yours. I never fantasize about raping or whipping or any of that! Eventually you’re going to find out that I’m too square for you and you’ll leave me for another guy, some kind of wild guy.”

She stopped crying and looked at me seriously. “Dan, Honey, what is with you and this idea of me leaving you for someone else? You really have a complex about that. I will never, ever, ever leave you for another guy. Period! I will never have sex with another guy. Period, end of story!”

She crawled up on top of me and stared into my eyes from inches away, even as tears poured down her cheeks. “Honey, I swear to God that I would rather kill myself than ever cheat on you. Do you think I would ever break your heart the way your father broke your mother’s heart? That’s not me! We’re in this together until death do us part.”

She gripped my hand tightly. “Do you think I could be that cruel just for some fleeting sexual excitement, when in fact you keep me more sexually satisfied than any woman I know? Take back the very thought! It’s not like I HAVE to do certain sexual things and if you can’t help me out I’ll do them with someone else. True, it would be nice if you were more adventurous, but if you’re not it’s not a big deal. I’d NEVER cheat on you! I love you too much. I love our daughters too much.”

I moped, “Well then, what about the Christmas Party Incident?”

She rolled her eyes. “Daniel Cooper! That was all about me trying to get YOU with Delilah! I tried before in so many ways to pair you with another woman, and this was just another attempt. A very stupid and desperate attempt. Look at you! You have a body like a construction worker, a face like some kind of Marlboro Man model, and a heart of gold. And you think I’d want to make love to a tubby little ball like Matt Jensen?! How many times do I have to explain?”

My heart was pounding hard with worry. “You’ll have to explain it again, because the problem is no matter how many times you explain, I’ve never understood. Maybe you can be more honest now, now that you’re revealing these things. What is the appeal of seeing me with another woman? I don’t get it. I’d rather gnaw off my own leg than see you with another man.”

She gazed off into the distance for a while. It seemed like she was contemplating something heavy. I was glad that at least she’d stopped crying.

Then she looked into my eyes again from mere inches away. “I don’t know. Why are people the way they are? Why did you burn a frog with a magnifying glass when you were eight? I just have a naughty side. I can live without it. It’s not the end of the world if I can’t scratch certain itches. Heck, I didn’t even know I had those itches for years and years. It’s not some kind of obsession. It’s like, I’d love to go to the Bahamas for a month’s vacation this year. That would be nice. But if we can’t go, we can’t go. I’m not going to throw myself over a cliff about it. It’s no big deal. Do you understand? If you want to get a little wilder with our sex life, that would be good. Like what we did tonight. But if you don’t, I still love what you do to me.”

I was relieved. But nonetheless I was feeling pouty and defensive. “You said our sex life is boring.”

“Daniel Cooper! What’s with you?! I’ve said a couple of dumb things in all our years of marriage and you keep throwing them back in my face. Do you want me to be honest or not?”

“Honest.”

“Then when I’m honest, don’t make me regret it. If you were to have an accident and lose the ability to have sex completely, I’d be content to never have sex again, just so long as I could still be with you. The most important thing, the only thing, is that we stay together. But I thought with this whole Michelle teasing thing, maybe it turns out after all that you have a wild side and a naughty side too. Maybe it’s just buried deep down. So I’m opening up after all these years hoping that maybe we can get a little wild together. But if you don’t want to, I understand. Forget it. If it makes you say ‘I feel like I just lost my wife, ‘ then forget it. That was like a knife in my heart. Please take it back!”

“I’m sorry. That was out of line. But I was just so shocked. I thought we have total honesty. And then, after twenty years of marriage, I find out there’s this secret part to my wife. It’s shocking!”

She confessed, “It’s always been there. I’ve tried to bring it up in so many different ways. Think about our sexual role plays. Who wants to be called a ‘slut?’ Me. Who wants to pretend to be raped? Me. Who wants to be blindfolded and tied up and spanked? Me. Who wants to do all the crazy stuff? Me! But you always say no. You still won’t even consider anal sex with me. How do you know you won’t like it if you’ve never even tried it?”

I sighed again. “You have a good point. I’ve been a stick in the mud, and I get so defensive about it that we can’t have a truly honest conversation about it. Maybe it’s time we try some new things.”

She squeezed my hand encouragingly.

I continued, “My love, this is painful for me. In the past few days, I feel like I’ve been made a fool of. I’ve become afraid to walk around my own home. I’m afraid of Shelle and Ruby, and I’m even starting to become afraid of you. This can’t continue. Furthermore, I just don’t know if any kind of sexual connection between a parent and child can ever be acceptable. It’s eating away at me, this worry that Shelle will be permanently warped.”

She complained, “But we’ve discussed this all before, and you agreed.”

I said, “Wait. Hear me out. On the other hand, you obviously have this secret wild side, and it’s not good to keep it bottled up. It’ll be a strain on our marriage. And I don’t want that either! I want to be the best husband I can possibly be.”

She nodded and waited for me to go on.

“So I have a compromise. First off, absolutely everything sexual between Michelle and her friends and me has to stop. Completely. Not even verbal teasing. I want you to go through her clothes and pick out only decent clothes that she can wear around the house. Her friends can’t come here anymore, at least for now. Even Ruby. No, especially Ruby! If Michelle wants to swim in a pool, Ruby’s house has a pool too. Why do they have to hang out at our house exclusively, anyway?”