They talked about the week’s events, the weather, everything but each other as they awaited Michael’s arrival. As it became late, Caroline went up...tairs to bed. Jack stayed up hoping to have a word with Michael but when he arrived, Michael reeked of cheap booze. Jack knew now wasn’t the time but tomorrow would be. Jack had a very restless sleep as the events of the day preyed on his mind. The embrace in the garden had so many meanings. Each one bothered him. She was right. Michael had changed. Claras eyes were sinking away, rolling back in her head as she concentrated on nothing but his thick, lengthy penis. Look at me Clara. Look at me as I violate you in the name of God he screams at her. She hears him and looks him straight in the eye. Ohhh&hellip, fuck Clara. Suddenly he pulled out of her throat. His hands clutching around his testicles. He seemed almost in pain. She looked at his penis and noticed it twitching but no ejaculation. He stood back from her turning around, letting. Susan had always just stripped wherever she was. I just sat at the easel and waited. I’d talked to Susan more freely and easily than with anyone since the darkness began. I didn’t feel like I was risking my soul when I talked to her. She came out of the bathroom dressed in one of the robes we kept for models. I noticed she’d chosen the almost sheer silky one instead of the bulky terrycloth.“Why don’t we start in a familiar place over by the window,” I suggested.“Yeah. Um ... Would you mind. I was afraid he would try loading it on the truck without my help. By then mom had brought you inside and it was too late.’ ‘Oh. Okay.’ Then she was bubbly and bright again all the way home. She was fine at shifting and developed a feel for the way it handled. So I got the bag of tools and directed her to the gate. We came over a small rise and the first thing she saw was her motor home. We stopped at the gate and I cut the old lock off and installed the new chain and lock. Gave her the second.