I opened the door a crack and peered outside. I looked in both directions and didn’t see any headlights, so I swung the door open and barreled off t...e porch. I could hear the girls laughing behind me as I sprinted down the sidewalk leading to the mailbox. As soon as I was within reach, I smacked the top of it and darted back for the porch. As I neared it, Belinda pulled the door open wide and I ran in between them. The door closed behind me and Belinda and Marcela were both laughing. ’ Bridget went back to her looking between the two of us again, Emily hadn’t broken her silence yet. ‘Mother, you can’t let Dad leave,’ Bridget finally said to Emily. Emily looked at our daughter but still didn’t say anything. Then she suddenly jumped out of her seat and ran from the room. I heard her run up the stairs and slam her bedroom door. ‘I’m sorry,Bridget, but this just isn’t working. Your mother and I need to move on with our lives now, whatever I feel in my heart, I have to let her. " See you."I watched her walk away, pony tail swishing. This time her hips weren't swinging the way they had that other time, and her steps were slow, like she was thinking hard. She looked nice that way, too.I turned toward home. As I walked up the driveway, I noticed the grass needed mowing. After putting my bike away in the garage I went in the house and dumped my books at the foot of the stairs, getting a quick snack before tackling the lawn. Sis was still out.Up in my room, I thought about. “Well, you do look like quite the slut.” He pulled & twisted at the nipple watching sissy grimace. “Are you a slut?” “Yes sir, master. I’m a slut.” “Well slut, my laundry is outside & while I’m wining, dining, & fucking your sexy wife this evening I expect you to take care of it.” Releasing his grip Tyrone walked to the living room, casually ordering, “A drink sissy, Now!” I made my entrance down the stairs as sissy was bending at the waist, offering my hunk of a date his drink. “Constance, you.