. she cut her thumb... " What? You're mom? She cut her thumb?" Yes! And then... " And then what? Jennifer! Tell me!" She's DIED!" What? From cutting h...r thumb?!? Oh, honey... I didn't mean to make it sound... I'm coming over. Okay?" Please?!?"That's all I needed to hear.Even though it was dark out, I didn't hesitate to jump into Midge and push her as fast as she could go, which on a calm day was close to 100 MPH. What usually took me over a half an hour to drive, took me probably less than ten. The Rector always held forth, at considerable length, on some topic close to his heart when at table, seldom troubling to ask me of my opinions on the subject, and if he did he soon dismissed any of my views that did not chime with his own. His wife kept her eyes downcast on her plate for much of his discourse; she rarely spoke, but when she did her voice was of an educated tone, and I would think she had been a governess, or a ladies companion, before joining the Reverend George Proctor in. ”“Yes, sweety, but not with you.”Allie nodded but did not look reassured.“Anyway, Allie sweety, you’ve got a piano lesson next door in ten minutes.”“No, Mum. Not this evening. I’d be useless. Anyway, I’ve left my music behind.”“OK. Well you go up, have shower to wash Danny off you and get into comfy clothes. I’ll tell Nessa you won’t be round.”“Don’t tell her why”“OK, poppet. I’ll just say you’re a bit under the weather.”“Thanks, Mum.”Allie dragged herself upstairs. She did not have a shower. ” Sheila never let either type of lover forget their status. These men and–she’d admit it–mere boys were mostly junior officers at the company where her husband worked. All were well aware that their careers were at the mercy of Sheila’s cuckold husband, Jayesh. One curious idiosyncrasy of Sheila’s was the ferocious cries that rattled her house during the most intense sexual encounters. The animal gnashing was involuntary and simply the unleashing of Sheila’s similarly beastly passions. It.