It was free entry today due to National Heritage weekend. We collected a ticket and entered the house to climb the wide elaborate staircase like royal...y going for tea. One room after another we entered stopping to peruse the opulent treasure trove. Some of the rooms were very dark and a question arose - How could they see to read in the Library? One bath tub needed a good clean as you could see the tide mark where the water had been. Being my usual self I touched a marble table with an. "Tell me more, Timmy, tell me how I make you feel," spoken softly, faintly. The silence was electric. She was leading him on, drawing him out. Bill sensed she was laying the bait. "It's OK, I like you too." She sat up and moved over to his side of the couch, and reached her arms around him, drawing the little boy close. "Mommy likes her little boy," she said as she gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek.Oh God! The words and the sound of her voice brought the memory of Mrs. Johnson alive in Bill. I came back with a glass of water and while I was offering him, I pretended to slip and pour some water on his shirt. Although it was deliberate, I tried to sound like it was genuine mistake and pretended to be very sorry that it happened. “Oh, I am sorry, man. How silly of me! Oh my God! I got you all wet”, I urged. “Oh.. it’s ok.. it will dry off.”, he said but not much happily. “No no. let me help. Why don’t you take off your shirt? I will put it in the dryer and It will come out dry like. He could smell their flesh. The sweet aroma of their sex filled his nostrils. Something familiar about the fat one, something in his dim brain signaled to his mind that he wanted her. He wanted to hurt her, hurt her.He grunted something if you spoke man you would have known the grunt. A familial grunt, a recognizing of their connection. She’d stayed, she had been favored. Like her mother before her, she’d satisfy his needs, like her mother before her she’d be his. This time he’d do much more.