"You want to be my slave, you do the things that my slaves do," I told her. "They take care of me, and right now, I am hungry. So go make us dinner, a...d I'll be down in a few minutes." She left the room slowly; things were not going the way that she expected.I got cleaned up from work and about ten minutes later I was downstairs with her in the kitchen. I looked her over, and I had to agree with what she had said earlier. Despite the fact that both Becky and Jamie were working out, and the fact. The k** caught it – caught my vibe. He tried to not look – tried to make sure I didn’t catch him looking – but I did. I wondered how many times I’d missed his practiced, furtive glances. Such a fucking idiot I was, the realizations continuing to come. And such a fucking asshole I was – right about now – knowing what I was doing, even though I pretended that my care of him this morning was purely paternal. That’s what I told myself even as my jock strained with sweat and substance.“Gonna puke,”. The days, as mundane as ever, go by. It is a Sunday, the window is open, and the curtain barely sways in the early breeze of spring. Faith sits quietly reading and is startled by his voice coming through the open window. "Hey, cutie!" The goofiest, sexiest grin she has ever seen peeks in. Faith stands, puts her book down, and walks to meet him outside in the balcony, not inviting him to her private space. "Good to see you!" Her heart beats as fast as a humming bird's heart. "Be still, my. I was sex starved. The argument with Jerry carried on a few more minutes when he approached me “Dad says you’re an evil bitch” “Fuck off” and I tried to walk past him to go upstairs, I got between him and the sofa and he grabbed my wrists.I struggled free and slapped his face “Fuck off you cunt” he grabbed me a second time and turned me round and pushed me over the back of the sofa, holding my wrists at the side of me. I struggled and his leg was between my feet as I tried to close them. “Fuck.