'Each of her words made me feel more and more like I was staring into the depths of an abyss, and was just about to fall over the edge. I could see a ...errible parallel in what she was saying. I just hoped she didn't see it too. 'Family is a strange thing, you'll get through it.' I tried to sound reassuring.'Will I?' she rounded on me angrily, 'because I bet you know all about family troubles.'I was taken aback, Stella had never yelled at me before. 'That's not fair.'It was a big mistake. 'Not. And I will shave your hairy cunt for you. You always like that as foreplay.”Susan has often reminded me, “Three on a Saturday afternoon is a very good time for sex. By then we have both unwound after a busy week at work.“Are you excited at the thought of a new man fucking you very soon, while I watch baby?” I tease, knowing the answer.By three we are both slightly tense with anticipation. Susan asked me earlier what she should wear. “Something that will turn two men on as soon as they sight. This did not break the charge, but it certainly did disrupt the cohesion of the group. By now, the first of the explosive crossbow bolts began to find marks. Also, as on the first charge, strikes on the riders caused them to fall under the hooves of the following horses, but strikes on the horses did even more damage, as this brought down additional horses and riders. Seeing this, Homer called, "SHOOT AT THE HORSES, NOT AT THE MEN!" This slight adjustment was what finally broke the charge, this. I winked at Sam who was still sitting there with her mouth open and told her, not a drop, no smack. Silence. Was it good or was it bad?, had I gone to far.Sam got her mind and mouth in sync. "What's going to happen to me?. Your nightcap from me?... Ohmygod, that was awesome".I shook my head. "House rule number two, one head, one nightcap. That's a South African late harvest wine, about 20 percent, I'd end up drunk". I saw the disappointment and I knew what I should do. "But I think I could have.