" She stared at me for a moment, daring me to disagree. "I just know you could have helped me. Your writings on Fielding are also well regarded. So yo... can't tell me you don't know the area well enough to have helped me."I looked down at the tablecloth, then noticed the approaching waiter and gestured to him to give us a few more minutes. We were, of course, both right. And it wasn't the first time we had said these things to each other. My lips tightened as I tried to stop myself from telling. But Mom wanted somebody there in the morning with me after my dad had to leave for work. It was just easier for Sam to sleep in the spare room instead of getting up so early and coming from her house.Sam says now that Dad never touched her but I don't know if I believe her. I used to hear them talking after she had put me to bed. They seemed to laugh a lot. Anyway, one night I woke up from a bad dream. I was crying. Sam came in and sat with me. I remember she was wearing a blue shirt and her. Yet she knew there was another part of her that was becoming just as wet as her eyes and burned with an intensity that rivaled the temperature of her ass. She could feel her pussy literally dripping with desire and excitement. It burned hotter than she could ever remember. It didn't hurt that she had not touched herself in a week prior to their meeting, at his direction. Suddenly she realized that the caning had stopped. In her curious state of incoherence (she couldn't quite determine whether. ." Luke hates it when you sleep between us during thunderstorms and whenyou have a nightmare, and I can't deal anymore with all the diaperchanges, the feedings, the tantrums around beddy-bye time. I'm tied downhere all day every day and I'm never able to take a night off to go outand relax... I'm like a slave... There's always something to doinvolving you, Lindi... It never ends... Day after day locked up in thehouse, my life revolving around your nursery. It's too much..." I'm sorry, Mummy...".