Jo Williams has given herself to Julius Earl, but where will it lead and what will she become?The talk makes me burn with shame. My eyes feel wet, but I don’t say anything, and I don’t leave. I just sit there, letting them talk about me, because they’re right. I want to be used by Julius Earl.He owns me.The dinner continues. Courses are taken away and brought in. They eat and talk about me.“Has she been broken in?” a woman asks.“She’s not a virgin,” a man says.“Hardly,” a woman laughs. “That one was a slut at birth.”I have to bite my lip not to say something. But I hold my tongue, and I watch Julius. He hasn’t taken his eyes off of me, and the desire is still burning in his eyes. It’s lighting a fire in me that won’t let me get up and leave.I need him.Warning: is intended for mature, opened-minded people who enjoy reading about explicit sexual themes that involve husbands and wives, crowded sporting events, and stuffy dinner parties.