He didn't understand what had changed. When he picked her up from the fat-ass prick's house she'd been quiet and obviously exhausted, but it hadn't ap...eared that she'd been hurt. That night, in fact, George had stole into her bedroom to inspect her body but had found nothing more than slight scratches on her otherwise smooth, soft back. Her pussy was sort of red, but that was expected, and as far as he could tell she hadn't even been corn-holed.So what was the big deal? So yet another guy had. It had been an exhausting weekend both physically and emotionally. I slept like a log.I woke the next morning and made my usual painstaking way through my breakfast routine. The coffee finally woke me fully and I was able to contemplate the day and week ahead. The thrill that Mary would be home on Saturday was the first thing to hit me. I had missed her dreadfully. At any unoccupied moment during the time that she had been away my mind had turned to her. Then Morag appeared. Frankly, she had. "Yeah?"Terri's heartbeat went up again. "If I tell you a secret, will you promise not to get mad?"Tom turned on to his side and propped himself up on his elbow and looked into Terri's eyes. What, he wondered, was she was going to say? His father was a better lover? Oh well, better now than later. "Okay. I promise I won't get mad. What's the secret?" "It's just that I really like you, Tom. Actually, I think I might be in love with you..." That's your secret?" Tom interrupted. "Because, like I. “Now Mr. Smith, I’m told that you’ve had an interesting morning. I must check that you are okay. Go behind the screen and strip off.”I did so and reappeared wearing only my underpants.“No, no. Take your drawers off as well. I am doing a full examination. Don’t be shy. I’ve seen it all before.”I wasn’t so sure that Miss Smythe was so experienced but thought ‘what the hell’ and took off my undies.Mrs. Jones didn’t react, but Miss Smythe went bright red at my nudity.“Now, get onto the trolley and.