I don’t know what I expected from him when he showed up, but it wasn’t a bouquet of roses, for sure. I saw this through the peephole in the door, ...nd gathered myself, checking one last time to make sure I looked alright, before I let him in. He handed me the flowers and smiled, I didn’t need to fake being surprised, I truly was; even though I’d seen them through the peephole. “What’s the occasion?” I asked, walking to the kitchen to place the flowers in a vase of water, arranging them so they. Like, they must never even know it exists. If it was just sex I’d be cooler about it but I don’t want them to see me being hurt.’ ‘Mrs Price,’ I said, deliberately formal, watching cunt juice glisten on her inner thighs, ‘what about you?’ ‘A lot of things. Sometimes this self satisfied little town with it’s self satisfied little repressed people makes me feel a bit wild, and that script was so good – you’ve got to give Paul his due, I agree he was a shit and got what he deserved but it’s a good. ” was all she had time to say when her hand pushed the middle finger in hard closely followed by her ring finger.Abergale could feel something clawing away inside her at the cracked shards of her mind were being pulled away one by one giving whatever was on the other side easier access to her. A feeling of pure panic gripped Abergale as she lay there pinned down under what seemed like an invisible weight. Her hand was the only part of her body that was capable of any movement, automatically. When his parents died, he'd inherited their estate, with well over a million dollars coming from the sale of their older home in what was now a fashionable part of Sydney, but the surprise was to discover that they had also accumulated almost another million in savings and shares. He thought they'd spent most of their savings on living expenses, but apparently some of his father's investments performed particularly well.He was an only child and his parents had both turned 40 by the time he was.