For about the thousandth time that morning he replayed the conversationof the night before in his head. She wanted to try a separation. Shewould take ...he kids. He could have the dog, but he'd have to bring itround at weekends. Quite why this had to be expressed to him on the weekof his Mother's funeral he didn't know, but he suspected she had herreasons.As always, he wondered if she had found out. Twenty years was aridiculously long time to hold a secret, but it's amazing how fast timepasses. It was after 1 a.m. and exhaustion was catching up with her. Her father did have a point. Why wasn’t she more angry at Cameron? He had kinda raped her, hadn’t he? Well, not really, she thought, she certainly didn’t resist or say “no” or anything. But there’s no way she had been in control, nobody acts like that. Sure she could be a tease and she liked attention, but she would never do that. And yet, she knew that a part of her enjoyed it. Even now, the thought of Cameron throwing the dishes to. “Yes of course,” I replied.Theresa then brought in the first delight of the afternoon. “This is Leka,” Theresa said.Leka was a pretty blonde older lady, probably in her late thirties or early forties I guessed. She wore a tiny little black bikini and high heels. She had a nice peach of an ass and huge big tits. She smiled and extended out her hand.“Pleased to meet you sir,” Leka said as I took her hand in mine. Leka spoke with a delightful Soviet Bloc accent. The Soviet Bloc had ruled large. She told him I was sleeping and she didn't want to disturb me and she was kind of bored too. She asked him if anyone else was home at his apartment and he told her no and she could come over and watch TV or something if she wanted. She asked him if he liked older women? he told her yeah and she reminded him of a teacher he liked. She told him they should go to his apartment and he could tell her about his teacher and what he liked about her. She drove him over to the apartment and asked him if.