?Fuck you? spat Suzzanne tears welling in her eyes, but her torment wasn’t over yet, the finger forced its way in up to the knuckle as it probed dee...ly then a second equally dry finger stretched her further and she cried out again. The woman continued to twist her fingers inside the struggling agent, holding her steady by pushing down on the base of her spine, she was impervious to the screaming knowing full well she was the source of the torment, then without warning she stopped withdrawing. “Hello,” he announced loudly just in case anyone was in. As suspected nobody replied and he headed to the kitchen where Phil had told him the brochures were.He found the papers on the kitchen table and thumbed through them to check they were the correct ones. Surmising that they were, Andy turned to leave but stopped when he heard a small thud come from upstairs. “Hello?” he called up the staircase. No reply, but when he listened closer he could hear that the shower was running. A burglar would. “I don’t need to hear someone snore.”“Sorry,” I said as I started to walk to the door. “I’ll return the other calls after I shower.”“Can I shower with you?” Lenore asked. She seemed to slide backwards and off the bed as I reached the door.“I won’t stop you,” I said with a smile. “But I’d like to make it quick. After I shower I was going to wake your daughter and head to the administration building for some meetings. She can be my daughter in a take your child to work day.”“You’ll need a. Then her eyes opened and she kissed me.As I put myself back together the words of that Simon and Garfunkel song popped into my head. In “Cecilia” there are the lines –“I got up to wash my faceWhen I come back to bed someone’s taken my place”They kept running through my head as we drove to her place and again when I woke up next to her in the dawn. After we fucked I fumbled with my phone and played her the song. She smiled and said she didn’t know there was a song with her name. When I looked.