“Where are you going now?” she asked.“Car lot by the beach. You?”“Bus.”“Oh. That’s just past, right?”“Yes.”I noticed our breathi...g getting shallower. The tension between the two of us was becoming unbearable.“M-Y?”“Yes?”“I’m leaving the islands next week. Grad school at Berkeley.”I closed my eyes, not letting the information overwhelm me. There goes another one, I thought.“Unless you don’t want me to go,” she continued. I froze. In her sexual excitement, she was willing to give up Berkeley to. Yvonne was in a relationship and complained bitterly to Megan about the household duties that seemed expected of her. Her partner had his football on Saturdays, his sport on TV during the week, his beer, his men’s night out. “He just bloody well takes me for granted. His mother did everything for the idle bastard and I’m expected to do the same as well as work,” was her constant complaint. “Who does the sodding washing and ironing? I DO. Who hurtles around in lunch breaks to do the marketing? I. Your face became a mess, black streaks of mascara mixed with tears are rolling down your cheeks, drool is dripping down the sides of your mouth and underneath it. The silence in the room is total except for the sound of you gagging and choking as I abuse your throat. You can't speak, you can't move, I allow you to simply exist and, be my fuck toy. In that moment, you are not a mother, not a woman not a wife anymore. Just a dirty slut whose body is to be used to please.As I feel I am about to. ”“Count your blessing, but I'll warn you now stay away from her.”“What do you mean?”I asked.“Sorry I have to go someone is on the other line.”With a simple click he was gone.I went to the following week's drama lecture, but still saw no sign of Scarlett. After a quick survey of the room convinced me she was not there, I took my usual seat in the back row and listened to my favorite band while I waited for the professor to come.I ended up listening to four of they're best songs. By then the.