I was out. Really out.Then something woke me up. I looked around. I was alone, but then I heard someone coming down the stairs. I closed my eyes, pret...nding to be asleep. I don't know I did that, it was a dumb move. I was just disorientated still from sleeping and wasn't ready for any kind of confrontation.I heard someone approach the couch. I already knew who it was. I debated opening my eyes and putting a stop to it right then and there but I couldn't. For some reason, I dreaded the. The woman was in a hurry and was less than polite when he wasn’t fast enough for her. “Hurry up and get finished will you,” she had said after about two minutes, “I have others waiting for me tonight.” He finished and left, but did not leave a tip. He got enough verbal abuse during the day, he didn’t need any from a paid whore late at night.He didn’t even notice that sleep had finally come until he opened his eyes to a bit of light around him. He had slept longer than he wanted to so he had to. No longer a child psychologist, no longer a sinister world dictator with superhuman intelligence, but just me, Ben Warren, average guy."He courted her and she soon fell back in love with him. Or perhaps, she'd never completely fallen out of love with him. In any event, he bought her presents, took her dining and dancing, wrote terrible poetry to her. Now they were married and ready to consummate the ceremony. She was amazed when he told her he wanted to hold off till after the wedding to go all. How do I know so much about Samantha you might ask and the answer is simple you see Samantha is not only Angie's daughter but she is also my wife and has been for two years now but we have been together five years in total, yes Angie who had by now joined me on the bed is my mother in-law. Chapter two. Our lips met with a passion that neither of us had experienced before an urgency that over whelmed us both, knowing that we had both waited five years for this moment and now finally we got to.