It was habit. I should have known he would have come to me. Maybe I even wanted him to. I would never admit that though. Not even to myself.Regardless...of what I wanted though, come he did because at some ungodly hour of the night I woke up screaming around the hand clamped over my mouth.“Why are you screaming little one?” He asked in a whisper. “I thought you liked when I got rough with you.”I yanked his hand off my mouth and scrambled off the bed and away from where he stood next to where I. She would show up wearing some pretty slutty outfits and make sure that everyone got to see her tits clearly through a sheer white tops, sometimes with lacy see-through bras, sometimes no bra at all, and skirts so short that would expose her ass. She liked to linger around for awhile in the hopes of running into our Section Leader, who was a tall black man that made her nipples very hard, and she would make sure to stop him to say hello. She would hand off her husbands lunch, then he would lead. Gladys went to her job at the advertising agency every day and I went to my job as an air conditioning tech. I was able to adjust my workload so I could always home when Lacy got off the school bus. Lacy would hurry up the steps and sit on the front porch to wait for me if I was late. Otherwise I greeted her at the door. We started to shower together and dress in sports clothes before we went out for dinner together. During all this Gladys got home later and later until one night she called and. “There’s a shop on the strip...” Sara began.“If I need something, I brought along plenty of bikinis,” Nicky said, handing me another welcome bottle of water – this one to wash down the pre-packaged ham sandwich I bought at the truck stop.“But?” I said, swigging it down and settling into this ridiculous male fantasy.“But ... I don’t expect to need anything,” Nicky replied. “How about you, Sara?”“Oh, I dunno. I kinda like Larry’s new t-shirt,” she smirked. She glanced at her car’s clock and.