"No. I mean ... youcan go right ahead and tell Rebecca. She knows everything."Before I knew it, my tormentor had assumed the initiative once more."I'l... bet she has her suspicions. I'll bet she's considered the prospecthundreds of times, but I'll bet she's never confronted you with hersuspicions. No, she would never think of challenging you. No, she'dspend hours dreaming up excuses for why behave as you do. Sure, you'llhave told her that you shave your legs because you ride a pushbike, andshe'll. Why should I? How can I serve my master or my son if I'm hidden in my room? Plus, it's so damn hot to be on constant display, always knowing he could be looking at me, even if he isn't! It makes me feel like a sex object all day long."Susan couldn't disagree with that sentiment. "That sounds pretty nice, I must admit. But what about your bathroom? I assume you have privacy there, right?" No! Especially not the bathroom! I get so wet knowing that Aidy's probably jacking off most every time I. She said sure, then she cranked the unit up wide open. I yelled and jumped , oh my God I yelled . She laughed and said squirt that cum boy. I did shoot a giant load right towards her. She said now look I've got to clean that up and she left to get a towel. I ran after her saying turn it off please. She said let me clean up your mess first. I was going insane with lust. Oh damn I yelled and I shot another load . She said you got one more to go, then she laid back on the bed and spread her legs. In later times he could remember little of the next few weeks. Life was very busy and initially his emotions were numbed by the need to get things done. Those around him at the time filled in the gaps in his memory, and there were plenty of folk around him.Beth was taken care of in the hospital for the next two days, though he insisted on going in to feed and change her when he could.He remembered with absolute clarity his phone call to Gwen’s parents, and to his own.“Hello,” said her mother on.