There will be scars, oh, yes, there will be scars.It didn't just happen, though, no. She brought it on. She was looking for it,she was asking for it. ...hat much is clear to her. Susan isn't stupid. It doesn't take a stupid woman to be frustrated with her life. It doesn'ttake a stupid woman to be angry at her husband. Hell, it doesn't take a stupidwoman to imagine that one evening spent away from home, responsibility gaugeturned off for the occasion, will somehow bring some colour into the. " OK baby, I'll give it some more time, but I'm still not sure..."The next day at school Elizabeth met Rick for lunch in the quad."Things get any better last night?" Rick asked Elizabeth."Oh, they went OK, but mostly because I stayed out of the way of the bitch. Besides she always treats me nicer when daddy is around the house. I wish I could find some way to pay her back, you know what I mean, something I could use to keep the bitch off my back." Well obviously you didn't like my last. In the fresh air, Tinker took two deep breaths of air and pulled Beth behind him until he had her at the passenger door of his truck. Once he had joined her inside the truck, he started the engine and drove out of the parking lot. A few blocks away from the bar, he turned into a drive-in restaurant with curb-side service and ordered two large black coffees. Beth had not said a word since they left the bar. As if she were coming out of some kind of trance, she accepted the cup of coffee and. ”I rolled her off of me and made a quick trip to the bathroom to clean up the condom and check on parental activity. Nothing. Lights were out everywhere. Satisfied, I grabbed a lighter from the kitchen and returned to my room, digging the bone out of its hiding place.“You want to put some clothes on?” I whispered.“No. I want to be nude when we smoke.”“Me too, then.”I took off my pants again before kneeling by the window. Heather knelt next to me as I opened it just enough to put our heads out.