Do you think they’d like that?”She doesn’t look too pleased with my verbal commentary. Her pace has slowed. Too bad – I’m paying top dollar...and I can say what I like.“That’s it, suck it now. You dirty old tart. You busty slut. You like that name don’t you? Proud of your big knockers, eh? Fucking whore. Dirty old slag. Do your c***dren know this is where the money for their birthdays and Christmas present comes from? Do you think they’d be pleased about it? Proud of their mummy working so. Sharon’s jeans helped to absorb some of the blow to her most intimate parts but Monique could see the fight leave her Mother as she collapsed onto her stomach still metres from the twins door and unable to do anything but gasp from the blinding pain.Sharon felt Monique’s weight above her now. She was straddling her from behind and roughly sat down right into the small of her Mother’s back. She grabbed hold of her Mother’s hair and yanked her head back. Sharon could feel her breathing heavily. Upon reaching home, I dismounted and pushed my bike into the garage. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to ride it again — another thing to be mad at that fucker for. I love riding my little Yamaha. It gave me the freedom to move around; to go places with friends. Perhaps, if I had the Djinn change it to a different bike, it would be better.And, that’s another thing. The Djinn cannot magic away emotions. There is no fast fix for PTSD, anxiety, or any of the other psychological dysfunctions.After. I was tired so I went to bed thinking about this event and what would happen.When I awakened in the morning and had a little coffee, I decided to check my e mail, and I was shocked and indeed surprised, There was a video of Paula my wife on the couch at Marks place, I could hear everything that was being said. It was awesome to say the least, My wife with a strange man indeed wonderful.I simply couldn't believe it, How did he get her to go with him?Soon I watched as he caressed her leg and then.