It had an enormous gazebo. It also had a white picket fence. The front yard had a beautiful garden filled with roses, orchids, eglantines, tulips, and...daisies. There were several apple trees adorning the freshly cut grass. The children gasped. It was the most beautiful house they’d ever seen. Ma, however, wasn’t impressed. ‘Now, will you come back to me?’ Dad asked confidently. He was certain that he had won my mother’s forgiveness. Ma had always wanted Dad to build a house in the country for. 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 into the pocket and pull out my phone. The screen lights up brightly, hurting my. I was hoping someone would come in... and just then, as if he could hear my thoughts, he said: "ain't no one left here to help you now buddy.... I told you , your ass is mine... I meant it literally!" We made the corner, and he tossed me into a shower stall, as I landed in a heap on the wet floor. He turn the shower on cold full blast, and enjoyed as I clearly was in submission to him. He told me his mutterings were something to the effect that he could smell I was in heat, when I was spotting. ” He leaned into her ear, his hand on her thigh; “Gentle, slow. You name it and I’ll do it.” Her flushed cheeks became darker, her need growing to be with him. Her desires burned for this man just as his did.His fingers unsnapped the buttons of her jeans, gently pulling them down. Her hips moved off the bed to let him them slid off. She reached for his button up shirt, her fingers flying down the buttons. She pushed the shirt off his broad shoulders, she found him perfect.He wasn’t sure how.