“Oh dear!” was all Sophie’s mother said as she noticed the stained navy blue knickers and a pungent aroma filled her nostrils. Sophie closed he... eyes tighter not knowing what to say. “I’m sorry Mummy,” was all she could say. Celia just laughed. “Don’t be silly darling your thirty eight years old. There is nothing to be sorry about we are all human. Come on lets se to those bruises.” The welts had died down and merged into an enormous purple bruises turning yellow around the edges. Sophie. . Well he's a good teacher as well... No... tell him, Oh! Nothing... yes Love to you and love to Dad... Bye." She put the phone down gently and sat down, thoughtful, her face suddenly radiant."He says it's all right. All right if I still want him!" She bent her head, weeping and I went to hold her. "It's all right Polly - just happy tears. Relief. I thought he'd left me for ever. Why didn't I trust him?"She sniffed a bit and then asked, "Could I have something to eat. I'm starving."She went to. It tasted like Nectar, the Gods ancient beverage! With no further hesitations, whatsoever, I savored it, I greedily sucked it, I drunk it up to its last precious drop. Being already in profound giddiness, you grubbed my head with both your hands and you pushed it with all your strength right there, between your long legs, as though you wanted to put me inside you, to your womb; to take me back to the cradle, behind the keyhole from where we all got our first painful glimpse of the outside. She thought it may have been an a****l. Acat perhaps, who snuck in through a cracked or open window - opened withthe intent of air out the summer heat, and forgotten - in search of idlemice, and had found instead another cat competing for the same prize? Ormaybe it's some pervert trying to get the drop on me, Ivana thought. The latter idea motivated her to slowly, but not too slowly, unlace, andstep out of her high heel shoes. She wasn't sure which direction the noisecame from, and if it.