Our house is old all the doors have keyholes even though most of the keys have long since been lost. I stop in front of the door and listen, the gentl... sound of water splashing coming from with in tells me that she is in the bath and it is safe to look I kneel down and eagerly push my eye up to the hole, at first I can see nothing as my eye gets accustomed to the bright light from within. Our bathroom is long and narrow as I look the bath is to the left with the taps against the far wall. They had been creeping in, unbidden, every since last week, when John had handcuffed her and taught her about the word Mercy.She had masturbated every night since, and most mornings as well. It was like a door had been opened.She had not stepped through that door yet. Well, she did last week, but now she was outside again.But the door stood ajar, beckoning her to enter and enjoy what lay beyond.Holly finally managed to stop obsessing over these thoughts. A multiple trauma came in, a family. .." Best three and a half years of my life," I say, giving Sarah a kisswith my freshly-made up lips."Mine too," Sarah whispers as I pull on a plain denim skirt and long-sleeved black top. Less than half an hour later, dad arrives at thefront door, like an executioner ready to take me to the gallows."Are you ready?" Dad asks."As I'll ever be," I whisper, still shaking slightly from my nerves."Stop. Being. So. Nervous." Dad orders, grabbing my shaking hands forsupport. "Even if you don't pass,. “Gotta hit the bathroom.” Anna nodded and ran her fingers through her hair before pretending to turn back to the television. That ruse lasted just long enough for him to start toward the bathroom, at which point she nearly drooled over the sight of his muscles rippling beneath the wife-beater and his tight jeans. James tried three times to get the bathroom door to close before he succeeded – or so he thought. Anna knew better, but she also knew better than to do what she was doing. She did it.