She had never seen him so relaxed; so satisfied. “Would you like to take over from Frank?” she asked him. “Would you like to take over his dutie... and let me be your Cuckoldress?” John reached for her thigh and gently squeezed. “Of course I would, darling.” Kate leaned over and kissed him. “Thank you,” she told him, “I am sure that you will do a much better job.” “Who . . . who is your lover?” Kate kissed him again. “Let’s talk about that another time,” she told him. “In the meantime let’s. He would make her watch as he castrated him, carved him into pieces and fed them to the dogs. He would let her watch as he killed her lover. Then he would become the lover. She would learn not to take him lightly. She would learn who was in charge. She would learn respect and the manner of a woman or face the knife.Her face was glowing with pleasure, becoming even more beautiful. He was making her look like this. That bastard cop.No more!He came quickly around to the front of the house, slipped. "Amy repeated herself, "Are you a good little hetero yet?"Laura moaned again, but she answered. "No... I'm a lesbian...."Amy moved closer and stroked Laura's cheek. "Do you want to be a good little heterosexual, Laura?" No," moaned Laura.Roy slapped her again, and Amy repeated her question. "Do you want to be a good little heterosexual?" No!" protested Laura. She earned another slap, and another repeat of the question.Laura didn't want to say yes. It wasn't the truth. She wanted to go. Now, unlike me, she was fully and gainfully employed, and after trading up she insisted I took her reliable old car since I had had to return my company car when I lost my job.When I rang the doorbell, it played something pretentious and classical that I didn’t quite recognise. I remembered hearing it on a recent supermarket advert and I had to quickly wipe the resultant smirk from my face when the door opened.“Hello, I’m Seamus O’Malley,” I introduced myself.“Thank you for coming, Father.