"My grandson wants his arse fucked," Lady Sarah went on, "you said yourself what a great arse he has." Yeah," said McCabe, "and I also said I've never...fucked a man before." There's a first time for everything," Lady Sarah replied. "Get over there and get stuck in." No, I don't fuck men," said McCabe.Lady Sarah saw her chance, the gun that had been pointed so threateningly at her and Hugo earlier was lying a few inches from her reach where McCabe had thrown it as he'd got down and dirty with. A bit of scruff darkened his cheeks and jawline; she imagined for a moment what that rough cheek would feel like kissing up the inside of her thigh... His piercing blue eyes crinkled a bit, a little spark in them as if he knew what she was thinking. They embraced, Dorian giving her a small kiss on the cheek.“Hello, Bree. Are you going to tell me what made you look at me that way as you were walking over?”Her cheeks reddened as she gazed up at him through her long, dark lashes.He gave a little. “Jason!” she yelled.“Err, what Mom?” he replied, fearing that somehow he was in trouble over the panties.“Do you know where your step-father kept the fuses? I can’t find one anywhere.”“I’ve no idea. I’ll have a look. What is it for anyway?”“My breast pump. Now that your sister only likes to bottle feed I have to get rid of my milk. And my pump is broken, so will you please help me look!” she yelled, with a hint of irritation in her voice.“Ok” Jason replied.They spent the next half an hour. That made it a very slow and boring 2nd week of school holidaysfor me. At least the jarring to my face when I walked was now no longerreally noticeable.Sunday church was as bad as I thought it was going to be. Church onSundays in small country towns was also a weekly meet and greet socialevent. I often saw school friends there and we'd always end up talkingfor 15 minutes or so after mass, just gossiping or else planning whereto meet up later on in the day.Although I'd initially intended to wear.