”My husband and father looked at each other. My husband turned to me and told me I was to stay at home. The girls, my mother and Anne were all in th... car as my husband got into the driving seat. Linda, my father, Donal and I remained in the house.My father showed Linda her room before coming back downstairs. He sat down and switched on the TV. Linda’s room appeared on the screen. She was unpacking some of her things. She lay a pink bikini on the bed and put some toiletries in the bathroom. She. I am by no means a social butterfly but I do miss the riff raff and shenanigans that would happen around me that would make me smile and laugh, helping me get through the day. Looking at all the cubicles, the only difference between each one was who was in the family pictures plastered along the inner walls. It always saddens me when I look at all of the smiling faces in each picture. Beautiful pictures of husbands, wives, and c***dren. I hope I can have that someday… I'm in my thirties now. The instant sexual electricity is gone...we don’t even think about just fucking for old time’s sake...Francis is seeing no one special...you get that much from her...you give as much back...but you both know; you are both fucking here and there...I don’t realise it yet but I was looking for that frickin sexual magic we had... our special sexual elixir...trying to find it with someone else...trying .But the combination doesn’t ever come for you...I couldn’t find the sexual philosophers. Well, Gina bitch . If you want to kiss me in my sweet teen cunt, youll have to earn the privilege. Youll have to agree to join my bitch kennel. And youll also have to agree to take weekly obedience lessons from me, you will have to be my bitch do you understand cunt? Gina was stunned almost to unconsciousness. Your kennel? Gina mumbled. Natalie looked directly at her and nodded her head in agreement. Ginas mind recoiled as though she were suddenly confronted with a poisonous snake. Bitch.