. " I didn't think she was a good liar, but she did try her best "When it wasn't you I had to put my jeans on. But then you came."The woman kissed...the girl, full on, but possessively, without affection. "Get out!" she snarled at me. I did. I hadn't even learnt the girls name. Though I did know where she lived. But her 'friend' scared me. Not in the sense that I was afraid of her, but it was the thought of how she treated the girl, what she might do with her. I tried to blank. "You were looking forward to mum being here with you today, weren't you Jill?"She nodded and I could see she was feeling guilty too."Yes, very much so," she said sadly."Come on sweetheart, let's go and see how she is, they'll be delivering the greenhouse soon anyway."She was still sleeping soundly when we got there, so Jill set about tidying up whilst I showed the erector's who arrived just after us, where I wanted the greenhouse.It took them less than an hour to erect it and once again, I. What do I start to think about? How do I get in the mood. I wondered what my husband was doing right now... fucking some squealing little motel maid senseless, no doubt. Oh, I knew what he got up to on these business trips. How? He told me!... Yep, Jim told me everything. I didn't mind... in fact, it actually enhanced our sex life. When Jim came home and told me of his sexual `indiscretions'... in detail... we normally fucked for hours! So noisily at times, I was certain our son, Paul, could. " Maybe it will help you, if you talk about it with someone. Did you ever talk about it with somebody in the past?"Petra clenched her teeth and didn't want to answer his question."Do you want me to help you? If so, you need to talk with me about it."Petra looked at Agent 4 intensely and said, "No thanks, I can deal with it!" I don't think so," Agent 4 said. "If it's like you say, 'that you can deal with it', then you should be able to talk about it." Well ... I don't want to talk about it!".