You’ve seen it with my dad and Liz.”“I guess,” she sighed. “He’d be upset I was here alone with you.”“Your mom knows, right? You didn�...�t lie to her?”“No way! She’s cool. I mean, she knows how much I like you and stuff, but she trusts me, too.”I chuckled, “Should she?”“No!” Emmy said, laughing. “But I think who she really trusts is YOU not to take advantage of me.”“Is that what it would be?” I asked.“No way! You know what I want. I’d do it with you right now in your bed if you asked me to, but. But the sex on the other hand was a different story entirely. Frank knew how to screw. There was no doubt about that. She wondered what his name was? Was it something typical? Lamont, Tyrell, Tyron? What the Hell? Now she was being a bigot she thought. I’m being hateful without trying. Maybe even racist! Frank spoke to her as he fucked his captive. ‘Uh huh! That’s it! You like that doncha bitch?’ He just had to keep calling her bitch! For some reason that thought filled her and once again. First I bent the leg by holding by feet and calves .I slowly started lifting the leg to the body , she Screamed and covered her mouth with the hand that was covering her mound. She was biting her hand and smell of her sex reached me and sent me to a spin. While stretching I looked at it several times and it was getting wetter and wetter by the minute. I stretched the leg every possible way and I got on top of her to stretched the leg by pushing it to her chest.Now she was looking at what I was. Had it not been a cordless phone she would surely have slammed the handset back onto the phone. She settled for repeatedly pounding the arms of her chair.The cool distant demeanor had steadily fallen away throughout the conversation as her anger surged forward. "Damn him. Damn him. Goddamn him. Why can't he put his sons first once in a while? Is it too much to ask for? Damn him for leaving me alone."Even knowing her children would be home soon, as the pain punched through the anger, Abby.