When she told me that her husband is abroad evil thoughts started running through my head.I was imagining the ways I can fuck her now.I wanted her any...ow.“Well, I was just arranging some stuff in the kitchen if u could help me unpack”.She came in and started observing the apartment.I went in the kitchen and she followed me I told her to pass the spices and washing powder for which she bent.Holy fuck that ass felt like ripping it off that moment and fucking it hard.We started arranging the stuff. I was ready for this and wanted to do it right.I grabbed my smokes, put my glasses on and quietly headed for thebedroom door. Slowly twisting the knob and stepping into the hallway Ican already spot my Mom. Her bedroom door is open and she's passed out.I reach from the hall and close her door at a snail's pace. The lastthing I need is to explain myself, dressed like this headed to theliving room where I was sure to find Bobby. The door closed withoutincident and I tip toed down the hall to what. And the butt of a gun, flying perilously towards his face.SMACK!Barry is out.With a throbbing pain on his forehead, Barry's eyes slowly opened. On the wall opposite him, a worn poster of a woman in black military uniform; her mouth open as if yelling. The fading text reads: "General Oro Stands for Peace!"Barry's body is sat up in a corner of a stone cell. He stirs slightly, his clothes scratching against his skin. He notices his clothes have been replaced with a crudely made shirt and pant of. Other than the random car, the sound of the city seems to fade. I reach a bench. I take a seat and take a dep breath. My phone has been vibrating a couple of times in my breast pocket during my walk. I feel paralyzed just at the thought of looking at it, who has messaged me. I look around, as if someone ist watching me. As if someone watched me do...what I did. As if someone will tell everyone what I did....what WE did. Knowing that nothing will spare me from the cruel passing of time, I reach.