"They can get by without you," he said.I walked to me ajoining bathroom and flicked on the showerlight and vent. I looked at myself in the mirror. My ...air was frazzled and would need to be washed, really washed. There were hickeys on my neck. 'What are you, sixteen?' I thought, rubbing the bruises anxiously. I got in the shower.The water spilled down my hair and over my shoulders. I felt like a new woman. I soaped up my arms, my legs. The suds gathered in the drain by my feet.Through the. Her husband hardly ever made love to her anymore.At sixty-two years old I needed sex like I always have and Mrs. Turner was a means to an end.Mrs. Turner came by right on time every morning come rain or shine. Jill would say hi to her as she went to my backdoor. I thought that it was cute that Jill would see Mrs. Turner enter my house, stay for a couple of hours, and then leave…day after day…week after week…and she never said a word to anyone about it.One day I overheard Mrs. Turner thanking. But you’ve been a very bad girl. I won’t forget easily.”I inhaled sharply and bit my lip. Fuck, he was hot.“Stand up,” he growled.I stood up obediently and faced him. He brushed his thumb over my cheek and whispered, “God, you are beautiful.” Then, he roughly spun me around, grabbed my hair, and bent me over.I gasped. ”What are you--”He reached around and covered my mouth. “Shut up,” he growled. “We both know you need to be punished.”With that, he lifted up my skirt and stroked his fingers. At 9:30 am Charlie and I woke up from a text I got from Nat: 'arite m8 hope ur havin fun we will b back at bout 5 c u then hav fun nd take care bye'. So Charlie and I just went downstairs to make ourselves breakfast and play on the Xbox 360. He got a text half an hour later from his dad saying that he was going to pick him up in 10 minutes because he had to look after his younger brothers whilst his mum and dad were at work. So I told Charlie that I would see him tomorrow in school.When Charlie.