"He stopped," Susan says. "He just abruptly said, 'Get dressed, you are no longer my s*x slave.' And that was it.
"Well, it doesn't matter." I say. "We've got Dad right where we want him and can show Mom the video." Susan doesn't answer; she just leans her head back and looks in my eyes.
"Nick," she says very quietly in a tone that assures me I won't like what's coming next. Raising my eyebrows, I wait for her to continue. "I didn't want him to stop," she whispers.
"WHAT!" I scream. "You've got to be kidding me!" I push her over and jump off the bed. "After everything he's done? He was taking advantage of you, thinking you were under the spell of the transmitter!"
"If you knew how he made me feel..." Susan says in a breathless whisper.
"I do! I know how he made you feel because I felt
