The paperwork had come in.I was now a free woman. No more tears, I told myself loudly. You have cried enough. He isn’t worth it.“Who’s not worth...it?”I turned swiftly around.Mads stood in front of me amidst the crowd of diners and tables. It was him, but no longer in his eternal black suit and tie. He had on a parka, slim jeans and boots. His short brown hair was fluffy, un-gelled. He looked so different.“You spoke out loud. Who’s not worth it?”“The ramblings of a mad woman.” I replied,. Thirty-fourth FridayOne miserable thorp in middle of nothing surveyed, eleven more to go. If I survive this ordeal I will make sure to transfer to some other county or duchy to get away from the idiot.Forty-seventh MondayOnly one week until I can take my two weeks free time at end of year in some semi civilized place. I need to be finished with the miserable backwater thorp and get back to civilization as fast as possible. If I finish this survey fast I might stretch that free time a few days. Shamefully wanking my son off!It may well have been swept under the table if things had gone no further! Probably most mothers have found themselves doing it, to get out of an awkward moment with a son coming home drunk at night?But with Guy following it up with a full-blown mother-fucking; well of course that’s a different matter; especially when that mother had a full-blown climax into the bargain! Such a slut ... first my father; and then my son. Fortunately, I am not religious.I realised. I said No.”“Was she looking at me?’ Joy said, clenching her cheeks down onto me.It dawned on me that she was excited about someone watching her. So I decided to play along – way out of my comfort zone, as I would never talk dirty to any female.“Yes, she was mesmerised watching my cock sliding into your cunt. And she had pulled the leg of her shorts aside and was working her clit I think.”“She could have come in with us.”“We have all night, maybe later.”I could see that the thought of this.