”“What? Why that bastard! He knew you weren’t capable of fighting him off. Who is it, mom, I’ll call one of my friends at college. The mother ...ucker will never touch you again!”“Hold on, sweetheart,” Liz hugged her daughter close, “It’s okay. I discovered that I like the roughness and uncertainty, and I’ve been enjoying the best sex of my life every since. I never thought my life would be so happy, after my stroke. If you’d like, tonight, you and I will have a girls’ night out, and I will. As he’s getting in I extend my hand to shake hands, he takes my hand but doesn’t shake he just holds on to it as he gets in the car. He kind of gets in the car headfirst with his knee on the seat and he leans over to my side of the car. Still holding my hand he pulls me toward him and his face is inches from mine. Then without a word he moves close and gives me a soft gentle kiss on the lips. He pulls away a bit and then goes in for another kiss only this time I feel his tongue pushing thru my. I try not to show it. I don’t really want to talk about him. ‘Ah... he wasn’t getting involved... You know what he’s like.’‘He doesn’t get into political arguments or anything like that does he? It’s great how he’s so chilled out. There’s just no stress with him. Everything's just cool.’‘Er yeah honey…that’s exactly how he is. He said he’s been getting stuck into hill running whilst we’re locked down.’‘He’s so into his fitness. What else has he been up to?’My heart literally sinks. She never. They’d lived in the Cotswold, a part of England that was much loved but tourists and holidaymakers. Her College years had been trying, mainly because of her shyness with the opposite sex, at College she couldn’t get on with the boy’s at all, okay she was very beautiful, admired by all, the beauty of Rebecca was her colour, being that her father was born and bred in the Caribbean, his skin was fairly dark, but her mother was born in England, needless to say, Rebecca’s own skin was of a lovely.