"I ****** less", she said grabbing her lacey dress. Her contrary dignity intact as she takes a sip of whiskey. Walking out the door becoming the prominent mother everyone adores. *** addict, she ignores. No one sees the double life she hides so well. Between the sheets of Monogamy and lustry gratification. Her heart beats wildly out of control making her want to feed. Possibly disfunctional programming involved. She feels no need to anguish in the games she plays. Love is where her happiness is. *** is where her gut resides.