I take your hand and lead you over to the bed. When I pull back the duvet you gasp and grin when you realise that the sheet is covered in rose petals....I return your smile and gesture you to sit. I place myself next to you and lean up close once more as our lips return to press against each other once more - our tongues slowly dueling.I brake the kiss and move away once more. Again you sigh deeply wondering what I am doing this time. I reach down into my bag and my hand returns with a bottle of. Once again, the guys start chuckling and talking to him as soon as I start to step away. "So…who won that round?" I giddily ask myself, thinking about one of the silliest questions I'd ever seen posted on the World Wide Web. "If there was a body parts war, who would win? The penises or the vaginas?" It seemed a straight draw to me.The next few days pass with little change. The handsome workman and I have reached the stage of smiling buddies. I always smile at him first and he now grins back. It. I could not stop them as they pushed me into the hallway and closed the door. I was weak. I could not stop them as day after day week after week they had sex in my house, in my bedroom, in my bed. I was weak. I could not stop them as he spent my money on gifts for her and she spent my money on gifts for him. I was weak. I could not stop them as they made me watch them try to get her pregnant. I was weak. I could not stop them when they sent me out of the house so I could not see or hear them. She remembered Sophie, her skirt flipped up, tears running down her cheeks, her white panties on display to the whole school as she was punished for Carolyn being drunk. The memory made Carolyn squirm.“Stand up, Carolyn.”The command was delivered calmly and cooly. Sophie had been looking forward to this for a long time. Sophie gazed into Carolyn’s blue eyes. “Sophie, please. Surely we can come to some compromise?” Carolyn pleaded. She looked at her daughter then back at Sophie.“Does Evelyn need.