We may have had sex but he’d never seen me like this. “You know what I want,” he shrugged. He came further into my room. “Mom’s asleep i... the room next door. She’ll hear us and we’ll get caught.” “She had one of her sleeping pills. She’s out to it. Now suck my dick,” he commanded. "You were late in getting home. Be a good girl and show me you're sorry." I took my time in moving. I stood there staring at him for a while and then after what felt like a lifetime I got down on my knees in. The place had a living room joined with a kitchen divided by a sort of work bench / bar type thing. The place had some furniture: old tv, older couch, fridge, oven, but no dinning table. They never ate at the table since mum left anyway.There was a small laundry which smelled really dank, and a used looking bathroom. The bedrooms each had double beds and closets with big sliding doors, but nothing else. Kylie had never had a double bed before, though she had to sleep on one with her dad. The other sixty-plus runners crowded behind us.Next to us were the elite men and women of all ages. These were men who qualified at under 1:15:00 and women who qualified under 1:40:00. Nanette had only managed 1:45 in the Covered Bridge race, so she was back in the crowd a bit with the remaining 625 half marathoners. On the far side—what would be the inside of the left-turning course—were the 750 or so 5k runners. I assumed there was some division among them that pushed elite runners to the. "That was very rude of me. It's just that, well, er —" She hesitated."Please be absolutely honest," I implored her."Well, I'm sorry, James, but you weren't at all what I was expecting. I thought you'd be, well, different somehow, and you're just, well —" Fat, bald, and fifty?" I was going to say 'ordinary'. If I passed you in the street I shouldn't look at you twice. I'm sorry for the way I reacted, but to be honest, I'd built up this picture of you as so imposing and charismatic and it was.