She told me she had been feeling down ever since her dad ran off with a much younger woman, something she did not mention over dinner. I offered her ... drink, which she took, saying that today was an exceptionally long, hard day. She knocked on the door telling her mother she was there. I heard her mother instruct her to come inside and she what she was doing. The daughter opened the door and went inside. Only to reappear about five minutes later. She was standing there and thanked me for. It took me a while to, get to the point where I could/would talk to her like that because I wanted her to always know how much I loved and cared for her and that I didn’t really think of her like that. By then I think we’d both kind of given up on “naughty Charlene” and were OK, at least in the bedroom, with her being just a wildly hot, passionate, super sexy nasty cunt licking, dick sucking, sperm swallowing slutty fucking cunt!!! Especially when I/we knew that even though we/she “played” with. I went up to Luella and said, 'We really need to talk'. I turned around and started up the stairs, knowing she would follow after me. When we reached the bedroom on the first floor, I let her enter, then slammed the door behind me. 'What the FUCK are you doing Luella? You slut? Fucking around with all my doorknob friends what's all that for?' I yelled at her. 'How DARE you say that to me when you're doing EXACTLY the same thing!' She screamed back, eyes flaming with anger. She pushed me. ‘Happy birthday, my lil’ rampant rabbit.’ He smirked once more, and this time it was returned – again, she teasingly ushered him away with a playful wink, turning back to her pole. Archie simply waited. The television started up again, and this time a louder, more prominent beat came out of the speakers. Archie knew what was coming and, soon after the track began to play, so did Michaela. Nine Inch Nails. ‘Closer’. She rolled her eyes, tongue pressed into her cheek as she glanced back at him.