I promise we…when I come over Thursday we…we can do it again. Please, baby, don’t…don’t make me do it again.”I stopped and bent down and ...icked up a pair of shorts off the floor, “I was just getting my shorts to put them on,” I grinned at her as I put on my shorts. “And I did not make you do anything. As a matter of fact, you seemed to enjoy it quite a lot.”Mrs. Jennings looked at me, directly in my eyes, and she looked as if she wanted to kill me. “Stop teasing me. It’s very cruel.” I. "Fucked over by a bunch of trannies," Steven growled."Well it was good while it lasted." Wayne grinned, pragmatic about itall."That fucking conniving bitch Charlotte! I'll get my own back you'llsee." Steven kicked a stone out of way as he made his way up the pathleading from the cottage to the college."Ok ladies. Let the party begin." Wendy brought out a bottle ofchampagne she had hidden away in one of the cupboards."Thank fuck for that. I'm so glad to be out of that wardrobe. It. I am not going to be rubbing his nose in it. Just do as I ask, okay?" she said. "Okay, okay. No problem," he said. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Stacy immediately noticed that the front door was wide open. "Gerald, wait here for a second will you?" she said. He nodded; he'd noticed the open door too. She disappeared into the kitchen. She came out seconds later. "He's not here. He's left. Gone somewhere," she said. "This is not good. I knew he'd be in a snit. But..." 'Yeah, he probably. I didn’t want to spazz in front of her so I tried to meditate in order to get under it and diffuse it before it started. After a while, they thought I had fallen asleep and started talking in front of me. I was wide awake. My wife told her how I cried when she asked me to give up my books. My daughter told her that she’s moving too fast and she needs to give me time to get settled. I’m going “oh fuck! this is me they’re talking about.” After a while they quit talking and decided they needed to.