My world had shrunk to the hotly-throbbing bundle of nerve-endings between my legs for as long as it was still attached to my body.With her free hand,...Roxy stroked the inside of my thighs and I became aware that I was holding my legs open so far that my hips were almost disjointed. Her touch was a reward for this act of capitulation.I stared down through the valley of my breasts and tilted my hips even further back, redoubling my effort to present my clit to her for whatever she chose to do to. I wasn't strong enough to do my part. I was to do for you, what Jake's mother, did for him, but I didn't have the courage. Not until I was faced with coping on my own, after your father died. Besides needing comfort, I knew, that I had to start immediately, on what I had neglected, over the years. That's why I took you to bed, the night after Jake's funeral. I had taken the four days, between his death, and that night, to come to this decision. One I thought I had made, years before. 'Better. Too much. Couldn’t hold off any longer.”“What I wanted, darlin’,” I said. “Just hold me and tell me you got another one in you if I let you rest.”“Absolutely. As long as you don’t jump up and run out of the room crying.”“Nope. Ain’t gonna happen. You’re stuck with me now.”“Make it that way,” he said. “Move in.”“Nope,” I said. “Doesn’t look right. Doesn’t mean I won’t spend the nights here, but I’m not moving in. That takes a ring and a preacher, Don.”“We’ll do that. Tell your folks. I’ll tell. ‘Leon?’ Asked the director standing up beside Innocence. ‘Not often. Why? Do you know Mr Legrand?’ ‘Yes,’ laughed Innocence, who’d not ever heard his surname before. ‘I met him on holiday in Brook. What does he do then?’ The director explained to him that Leon was the sole owner of Fuck Flicks, and that he also owned a magazine publishing company, several brothels and two Congress Night Clubs. ‘He’s very rich,’ he stated, twiddling the earring that dangled from his left ear. ‘He made his money.