Perfect, I’m late. I think to myself as I walk into my cosy little house in Melbourne, Australia. It’s late November and the erratic Melbourne wea...her is just as it should be. This time of the evening is quiet, peaceful. After such a long day at work all I want is to find my Irish beauty and cuddle up on the couch, but she’s not anywhere to be found. ‘Theia?’ No answer. I walk through the entryway and into the kitchen. There’s a plate for me in the oven, I can smell her wonderful cooking even. It was a lightmeal as I still could not eat like I used to. I was just finishingcleaning up when she walked into the kitchen. "I'm just about finished here Mother. Lunch is on the table and Ihope you like it," I said. After the punishments and otherhumiliations I have been forced to endure I wasn't about to do or sayanything to upset her. Calling her Mother was her idea. Well she didgive me a choice I could call her Mother or Mommy whichever I chose,some choice."Fantastic Ashley darling, I am. ”She – over ya?I -” no. If I had a wife like you I will not came down from the bed. You are super sexist women “.She was shocked and not able to say anything.She – its all happened in your age. It is your adult time.so only you think like this. OK leave this.I – you told me to give one think if I told this.She- what you want?I – I like to touch your navel only one time please pleaseShe – noI- only one time. After long conversations and compelling she told only one time.Then locked every door. They would often speak like they had known each other for a long time. Even their body language suggested some sense of former familiarity, but Saira never gave him any reason to think otherwise. Whatever it was, it gave him fodder to think. He was occasionally entertaining the idea of his wife having an affair with Reginald. He didn’t really want anything to happen for obvious reasons, but it thrilled him to consider the possibility.Unbeknownst to Billy, Saira was indeed stealing glances at.