The smell of gasoline was stronger now, and he realized that it was leaking from above his mother, dripping on to the roof below.“Put it out!” He ...ollered, fighting to get free of his seat. She tried to slap at him, but was unable to reach. Instead, she swiped at him with her nails, catching his shirt and leaving deep scratches. Ignoring her, he fought to undo the belt, but it was no use. It was simply too tight to be undone.“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” The cigarette fell from. "But Mother..." That I can understand," he said."We're much older than that... 593 ... Middlesex ... some little village that's probably not there now. Mom doesn't mind being married to an aristocrats blow-bye ... it's better than being married to some muckraker."He laughed ... I did too. Recently, I had learned some home truths about mom from dad. Medications ... overdose ... been like this all her life ... didn't know when he married her ... the vacations that were actually hospitalizations. I work myself to the brink and looking up, I ask him if he wants to finish in my mouth.He opens his eyes and shakes his head. “You said, you needed a fuck,” he grits his teeth, pulls me up by my shoulder and bends me over the ugly table, “you think we can stop now? Come up here!” He roughly yanks down my panties and slides his thick throbbing cock into my slick, burning hole.Oh my god, YESS. I want to scream.He’s going satisfyingly slow and deep and I sigh and grunt wishing this minute would. I see. I thought this was your destination. I was expecting we would take over the carriage in St Pancras for the forensics team to start on it. It could take them hours!”Frances intervened,”Well, if you could organise an alternative private carriage for our party, I expect we could transfer to it. Even if there was a slight delay in leaving for Luton, we can phone and inform our driver of the delay; but it all depends on our privacy, you see, with the babies needing breastfed at regular.