‘I would like to give the Hon Renée Holloway her comeuppance.’ ‘Go ahead, you are welcome to try but I’m warning you, expect to be thwarted.�...� Renée swept into the room with the coffee tray. ‘Here we are guys, a good fuck?’ Her sister and fiancé were too embarrassed to answer that question. ‘Oh another dud one Rex?’ Rex looked at the retreating figure and reached for the bedside heavy ornate candlestick but Diane grabbed his arm and said, ‘Don’t Rex it’s an heirloom and the pair of them are. She watched as her mother slowly dip her her hands into the tub and lathered up the soap.“Stand up,” Linda’s mother commanded, “and turn your back to me.”Linda stood up and turned away, her head turned to try to see what her mother was doing. She felt the slippery warm hands sliding up and down her back and slowly lowering to her bottom. She felt excited, “This isn’t so bad,” she thought just as her mother slowly slid her slippery hands between her cheeks. She felt the hands roaming around her. When she looked like she was sufficiently traumatized I turned off the lights and the monitors leaving her in total darkness. I snick in to the room and stood there for a while listening to her whimper and pray to god. I turned on a spot light over her bed so her body was bathed in a cool light but the rest of the room was sill obscured in darkness. When her eyes finally adjusted to the bright spotlight she looked up and saw herself in the full length ceiling mirror. She started to cry seeing. He was wearing khaki dress shorts. She rose quickly and strode up the bleachers to the concession stand. There he was, in line, his strong back a mere feet from her touch, But she needed to be patient. Here was a man worth being patient for. With a chance to look without being seen, she shook her head as she recalled how modest he was, how self-deprecating, how disbelieving when she told him how gorgeous she thought he was. Here was a model-perfect man. And she should know, because husband #1.