--The British Probation Service was chronically under-funded and my office certainly reflected that; it wasn’t big enough to swing a cat. A bulky 19...0s desk took up three-quarters of the space and there was just room enough for a narrow filing cabinet and an uncomfortable plastic chair for clients.It was a dreary setup. Ten years ago, I’d wanted to study graduate law, but life had intervened and a lack of finances had killed the idea off. Instead of a hotshot barrister, I’d ended up as a single. As for the football. Ho hum. After the first few minutes it was already clear who was going to win; the only question was by how much — would it be a record blow out? It was hard to be interested, even for such a significant match. Just as well, since he had no time to watch it.That night, his mum and dad talked to him about his relationship with Shahia. It was getting ... difficult. They were close. So close. More than one person had joked to him that they were like a married couple. He'd. Me: Madharchod (Mother fucker)! Don’t make fun with me. I have seen you in the past, and you don’t know the process.H: Which process?Me: Fucking process. Look, I am tired. Let me get some good sleep. Tomorrow evening we need to go out.I came out of the shower and wore a blouse and a petticoat. My hubby came out from the washroom. He looks hot with his six-pack abs and muscular body.He is nude, and his dick is tempting me. He came near to me and asked me for a blowjob.Hubby: Take my dick inside. Maybe, she daydreamed, some horny guy might see her there and decide to rape her soundly.Meanwhile, under that same blazing sun, her BFF Christine slouched in the passenger seat of her mother’s car having the came thoughts. At last check no one was around her in the crowded parking lot to give her any notice. The people she did see were intent on coming or going from car to store, not interested in a blonde 14-year-old who’s head barely showed above the dash.The near invisibility emboldened the.