She loved Frank so much. She'd loved him from the first few times they'd gone out together. She knew that she had been the one of them most anxious to...make their relationship a permanent one. She'd managed to get her way, but only by insisting on them getting married.As much as she'd been frightened at the prospect of losing the house, and of not having enough money to pay their bills, that had been infinitely better than what she now faced. Ginny prayed that somehow everything would work out. " Did he write?" "No," the little fib slipped from her lips before she knew it. “I'm sure he'll be here by 2:00. I'll try not to stay too long." Do you want me to go with you?" She had to think quickly. "No, but I do need you to do me a favor and vacuum the living room floor?" Sure, but I vacuumed it yesterday." "I know, but the dog shredded a newspaper sometime last night, and it needs it again." Mathew shrugged his shoulders while she went into the bedroom to put on the dress, and yes to take. "Did that hurt Ellen?" She nodded her head and said, "I don't care Peter. I just want you to fuck me."I smiled at Dan and Mrs. Wilson who smiled back. "Okay then baby." When the last syllable of baby was spoken I slammed my cock hard up into the ingenue's cunt. Ellen's breath blew out of her like a popped balloon...not loud, but suddenly and explosively. She was trying to say something to me, but was unable to get the words out as I pounded my cock into her no longer virgin cunt. I saw. We liked the sloe gin the best.Then came the day. Of course, we didn't know it was the day. Dad left, "... to find some work." Sometimes he was gone a week. We would mark each day on the John Deere calendar. Sometimes a month. We kept all the old calendars. They told about our Dad. How long he was gone. When he came back. This time, from Independence Day to Labor Day... the longest ever from reading the calendars (our poor man's Farmer's almanac) we decided after talking, discoursing, arguing.