As he tried to focus, the monster woman had gotten up and sat back in the throne. “Get some rest my servant,” she said with a smile. “Soon the c...rnal delights will be physical.”His vision blurred and the world went to the color black. No dreams or thoughts until something slamming woke him up.“Jacob!” a stern male voice shouted. Adrenaline shot through is body as he stumbled to get out of bed. He looked at the clock to see red numbers showing three-fifteen. “Jacob!” his father yelled once more.. "That's what happens to naughty girls who forget to put their panties on." Really? I shall have to forget more often," I said with a big grin.A bundle of documents arrived from the boss to be photocopied. He was beginning to get on my tits. What did he think I was, an office bimbo?The note on top said: Could you please do this before lunch.I fumed for a while, and then I had the idea to give it to Andrew as there was no name on the note; anybody could think they had to do it.A girl was leaving. My mind was reeling. I suddenly started not to feel good inside, so I lay on my bed trying to think which was proving very difficult. I turned my lamp back off and got under my blankets this time in my sexy nighties and tried to go back to sleep. But I couldn’t. My mind kept going back to those eyes, the eyes that I hadn’t seen in over a year. Except when I had seen them over a year ago, they weren’t looking at me, they were looking at mama. I didn’t know what to think, or know what I was. Who knows what would draw Alex Dixon back here. Couldn’t blame him if he didn’t come back, though. The local police and media had given him a really hard time. I wondered if his parents still lived in the two-storey brick house with the Victorian veranda at 220 Adair Street. I wondered if they still kept in touch with him secretly and knew where he was but had never said. I’d pay them a visit, too. That’s the trouble with small towns. Everybody likes to know everybody else’s business. The sun.