It couldn't be, but they weren't convinced of that yet.In between her parents sat Lisa, dressed in jeans and a blouse. I thought she looked beautiful....She wasn't model material but more girl next door pretty. Even with her eyes, bright red from crying, I could still see the girl I'd fallen in love with five years ago.When I looked at her I found it suddenly hard to breathe and my heart pounded against my ribs like they were an anvil. I may have appeared cold and calm on the outside but inside. Through the window I see the back of a person standing in a white onesie. "What does she want now?" I mutter to myself as I turn the handle to open the front door. "Hello … " she looks up at me. " Your probably wondering what I want now!" Her eyes look up at me then down at my waist. "Umm I need a job. A part time job. Do you know of any around here. " "Yes. Hard work though. A company in town is looking for gardeners. A nursery is looking for staff. " I suggest"I was thinking closer to home.. Still in a bit of a daze, I didn’t really offer any resistance. Once in the room, he started unzipping his pants and told me to get on my hands and knees.“I need to ask my boyfriend’s permission first” I replied to which Marcus assured me that they all still had permission to keep fucking me for the rest of the day, hence why he left me there. I also felt it was unfair for Marcus to not have a chance to take me vaginally as well so I complied.I then climbed on top of the bed and got on my hands. Once her laundry was dry she was folding it andputting it away as she started into her first drink of the day. Is thisall this fat bitch does? Drink, smoke, and fuck? No wonder she can'tlose weight! I need to get her into a better diet and some exercise.Once her laundry was done she hopped in the shower and massaged theblonde dye into her hair. Too many roots showing she thought to herself.As she felt the burning sensation on her scalp she grabbed the pinkdisposable razor and proceeded to clean.