She wondered if he could tell. She couldn’t help but wonder if Max really knew about this and, if not, what he would say. She was being unfaithful. ...e would be so angry. How would she ever explain this? Don moved behind Allyson, admiring her body, looking at how the lace was draped over her curves. He pushed her forward into the dining room, slowly but firmly. She wasn’t putting up much of a resistance, despite Max’s assurance that she would. Once they reached the table, he pushed her up. I’ll take a big Mac next time you come by you cock sucker… October 5, 2010 ‘Sorry I’m late, I was swamped at work. You know how this time of year is for me. I barely have enough time to grab some lunch. Where’s Sarah? Let’s all eat together.’ ‘I fed her already Vincent, it’s almost eight. Try the chicken, tell me if you want me to warm it up.’ Jessica, Vincent’s wife of six years replied while grabbing a soda from the refrigerator. ‘What about you? Did you eat already too?’ ‘I ate with. But the man before her now was not Brody, she didn’t know who he was, but there was something about is voice, his eyes, the way he was smiling. She shook her head, trying to regain some control over reality. He mothers coughed a little politely. ‘Emma, this is Jake Fern, he brought you here yesterday from the cemetery. He just popped by to see if you were ok.’ Emma eyed the man a little closer. He was a complete stranger, and yet there was something about him that was so familiar. Brody was. ‘Take the bin to the washroom on your left, empty it into the toilet, and rinse it out with water, and put it back where you found it. Also dampen the cloth you’ll find on the rail, and wipe up your piss from the floor. She picked up the bin and hurried off to do my bidding. I heard the toilet flush, she returned with the bin, placed it beside my desk, and squatted to wipe the floor with the cloth.‘Put the cloth in the waste disposal in the washroom when you’re done, then get dressed.