." "I'm not angry," I cut her off, croaking through parched lips. I licked them, but my mouth was just as dry. In her sudden silence I listened to my ...eart pound over the whine of the tires. "I'm not angry," I repeated, for me more than her. "I'm...a little surprised, is all." "Did I shock you?" "Maybe," I lied. "Was it terrible?" I took several deep breaths, chewed my lip and shook my head. "That's not the word that comes to mind." I glanced at the clock. Ten minutes to lunch. My eyes avoided. "Prove it," he repeated. His voice was low, quiet.Her hands started to shake. "Conrad, no... I..." She looked over at the barista. She was doing something with the espresso machine, paying Hannah no attention."Prove it."Hannah drew in a shaky breath. Her hand clutched the hem of her skirt where it swung back from the point of her knee. She swallowed and turned towards Conrad, away from the bright windows. "Yes," she said. "That will do it. That will make it... make me stop. One last time, right. "I'll be back in a minute." Try the inside pocket of my jacket first," he said as I stood up. Curious, I went over to the chair he'd left it on, felt inside, and pulled out a tube of KY jelly. I raised my eyebrows."Am I really such a slut that you knew I'd say yes?" I asked, then smiled when he opened his mouth to reply. "I hope your going to fuck me like a slut then!"Passing him the tube, I turned around and straddled his lap with my back to him, moving back so I could support myself on his. Anastasia was pleased her Dad had got his sex life back after an awful time he had with her Mother over the last few years. Anastasia found listening to their lovemaking was very arousing and she would finger her own pussy to silently bring herself to a climax while they were doing it. Alan and Anastasia sat at the table, plain brown wood from a cheap furniture store and surrounded by four matching rickety chairs.“My book is upstairs, I’ll just go and get it. “ She told him. As she entered her.