“Thanks a lot, Vicky. Here I am busting my ass shovelling the damn driveway, and you’re out having a great old time getting fucked!”“I’m sor...y. I’ll be home soon honey, I promise. I love you.”“Yeah, love you too. Sorry for yelling darling. Guess I’m jealous that you’re getting fucked, and I’m not,” the voice said sadly.“Maybe I should be going home,” Vicky reluctantly sighed.“I guess I should get Max up to the hospital and try to find a family member to take him,” Dan said, and they dressed in. Josh opens the door for Casey and let her inside their headquarters. Shawn was sitting on the couch, waiting patiently in his famous black robe."Who's your friend?" Asked Casey."That's my business partner Shawn. Shawn. This is Casey." How you doing baby? Looking good," teased Shawn."What do you guys do here anyways?" Asked Casey."Well Casey. Girls like you who are not happy with themselves. We made you feel good and make you feel wanted. We don't hate because of race, sex, religion, or anything. The only sounds are the quick nervous breaths escaping your mouth and the slower more measured of mine. Again your heart flutters and you feel my hand graze across your skin and slowly my hands begin to explore your body leaving you no modesty.Just as suddenly the touches stop, you try to say something but a slap across your bottom silences you and you hear my voice for the first time telling you to kneel. “your mouth was not made for talking girl” You feel rough hands forcing you to your. I pushed the blinds aside slightly and watched as my son Mark backed out of the driveway, bound for work. After his car disappeared down the road out of my sight I let the blinds sway back into place and turned to the unmade bed. My heart started to beat a bit quicker. I grasped the comforter and the sheet below it and pulled it back until the mark on the fitted sheet below appeared. My body, already warmed from the shower, started to heat up. I let the opened sheets fall from my hand and stood.