What will I do this summer? Greatma doesn’t have any flowers for me to water. There’s no garden, so that means there won’t be corn to shuck, bea...s to snap, strawberries to slice, cucumbers to peel, tomatoes to can…. there’s nothing but that empty hole in my chest, left by the death of my great-grandmother. Does it ever et any better? I was doing okay until this whole mess with the house came into glaring reality. Going to this auction, watching these things sell is going to rip my heart out and. Pete smiled and finished his tea, ‘so what happened?’ ‘You and Sally! We got married and you came along, we were over the moon, then Sally came along and our lives were complete. Then the prick met that harlot and ran off with her, the bitch.’ ‘Oh! no happy ending!’ ‘Well I got mine, you two are with me and he lost out on the divorce settlement, but not for him, he lost a lot for a quick roll on a hotel bed.’ ‘Wow Mum, this is all new stuff, how come you never talked about Dad’s cock before?’. But then she broke the tension and shouted, “To fucking hotel motherfucking quarantine!” She laughed out loud, and I thought she’d spill her wine. Instead, she downed the whole glass in one gulp. I did the same. I don’t know anything about wine, but this was a cheap one. It didn’t matter though. It went right to my head. “I’m Amelia, by the way! Just in case you want to know!” “I’m Kait. Pleased to meet you!” “Let’s drink to that!” Amelia filled our glasses and we emptied them again. Then. "Suddenly his hand slipped all the way under me, and he gripped my whole crotch as he lifted me from the carriage to the ground, saying as he did. "Come on lads, the sooner that bloody train takes the nagging old witch away the sooner we'll get some cunt." As my feet touched the ground I reached back into the carriage to retrieve my case, with his hand still wrapped around my crotch. Then as I stepped back away from the train, I opened my legs, and put my one free arm behind me, taking hold of.