It seemed that each cost more than the last and each specialist doubled in charges. The house had gone, as had the business and our car. Susan had sol... her jewellery and the only other thing that had any value, a painting by some Scottish artist. The picture had been almost sepia in colour and lurking in the almost, uniform brownness, were Angus cattle on a hillside. We hated it, but had kept it because it belonged to her Grandmother and had been handed down via her Mother. My stamps went quite. When I knew the kids would be in bed I made an excuse to go home.I was met at the door by Sarah, who told me the kids were sound asleep. I asked her to come with me while I checked on them.Once we checked on the kids we moved into our bedroom. She said, “Mr. Somerville, I really want to thank you for coming to get me last weekend. You saved my life; my dad would have grounded me for the summer.” Without hesitation, Sarah pulled her shirt and bra off. “I hope you wanted to see these again.”“They. Here I am, lying on my back, nipples hard and stiff against the sunny evening breeze that floats in through the window. If the neighbours could only see me now, eh? But they can't. Only you can see me, on my back, and my hand moving down my rounded tummy, and playing with the lace along the top of my knickers.I slide a fingertip into the band, and close my eyes. I wish it was your fingertip. I wonder how it would feel for your cock to be slipping in, feeling the soft lace, and throbbing hot. " Hi, Anabelle." I am so glad to hear your voice. You're not dead. I knew you hadn'tdied." I am not alive in the way you understand it." Well I don't fucking understand life anyway, so. Good enough. Theeighty percent solution works." Eighty percent of the time." Exacts." Did you mean all those pretty words or was that just noise?" Say what you mean; mean what you say. Life is simpler that way." Typical human evasion." I meant what I said." Choose a location. You're working a two-hour shift..