.." Daddy, please! Remember I told you before you read the letter that you are going to hate everybody. If you decide to hate me too — I'd better go...and live with Grandma. I am not to blame for what Mom had done and I don't deserve to be hated. Please wash up and come have dinner. We have to start a new life — the life after the letter — and we have a lot to talk about. At least with me, try to behave without hatred and anger. I love you so much I won't be able to bear you hating me too."I. I draw deeply on my cigarette and feel my moistness run from me, my pussy is overactive, my mind is saying I am going to let the milkman see me and I like the excitement that coarsens through me at such a though and my eyes drift to my front door where the empties are lying, ten minutes and it will be done and dusted, that's sex for you and that's the sort of sex women crave, being taken by a stranger and pumped full of his semen, God, what it must have been like before women had the pill to. My elbow rested on the table and my fist supported my chin when I gazed at Nate. His voice was masculine and demanded attention, and I was happy to oblige. I gulped when his knee brushed mine. The thought of his touch made my heart beat faster. My panties moistened before I shifted in the seat. A moan exuded under my breath. After Jimmy paid the bill, Melissa suggested they take a walk on the pier. "That sounds like a good idea, Jimmy," I said. "I came with Melissa, so you two can go together,. He chatted I pretended I was interested but just wanted to get out and go home. Then I felt uneasy as he turned his attention to me saying how he'd seen me at functions and how attractive I was and complimented me on my body and skin. Now I began to feel my stomach tighten has he stood up and sat close beside me on the settee. I told him I wanted to leave but he said you know your husband could be in very serious trouble or worse is that what I wanted to happen. My heart sank my fears were.