Ich hatte die Fenster geputzt, Staub gesaugt,das Bett des Herrn neu bezogen, die W?sche getrocknet und geb?gelt undhatte ich mich f?r einen Augenblick...auf die Couch gelegt, nur f?r einenAugenblick! Aber dann gab es ein b?ses Erwachen: Pl?tzlich h?rte ich dievon Natur aus sonore Stimme meines Herrn und die war gar nichtfreundlich. Ich fuhr erschrocken hoch und stammelte: "Entschuldigung, ichmuss eingeschlafen sein, Herr, aber ich habe alles erledigt, was du miraufgetragen hast."Kaum hatte ich. Now who is he, you know I can find out." I said. I could simply put Lucas and Eve on it and I would know in a day. The young woman could read that confidence in my face. She wrote a name on the back of my pickup receipt.From the laundromat Eve and I continued on to dinner at the Dog House. It was the restaurant where I had met Gunny. Even if it hadn't held memories of Gunny, it had memories of my dad, so I held it in an almost reverence. There were the usual collection of customers, not that. Her hips were wide and belly flat with the cunt mound starting below her deep navel and the long slender lips running down between her legs towards her back. Even when her cunt lips gaped, the insides were not visible in this position, unless I part the lips with my fingers, which I did and started licking her cunt with long strokes of my tongue starting down below and ending on her clit, which I nibbled slowly. It was also reddening and hardening. She was soon fully aroused and raised me by. Maybe he’d still hate me. Maybe he didn’t want to play my stupid, pathetic, messed-up games.I knew each sound he made. The door shutting. The bolt across. The key scraping. The clink into the bowl. The drop of his shoes. His coat brushing against the wall as he hung it up. There was a pause. He could smell the candles. I heard him think. I swear I could hear it.“Eva?”I opened my mouth and nothing came out. I crossed my legs, my arms, my fingers. I almost wanted to cry. I swallowed hard.“Eva?.