Then, Daddy pulled me close to him, wrapping an arm around my waist, and he kissed me tenderly on my lips. Finally, I felt good again.We had breakfast...together, as always. He asked me how I was, to which I replied “I’m ok. A little sore, but ok.” What was mostly a lie, as I could still feel that part, the entrance to my womb, still hurting. It was like I was on my period and having suffering through a terrible cramp. But I wouldn’t tell him that. It was enough about that already. I left for. ...At the turn of the year I started a one-to-one course with Sara, a thirty-something lady with reasonable English skills who just wanted brush-up English. Turns out I have spent more time consoling her - in a very professional, hands-off manner - over work and domestic problems than I have teaching her English. The hands-off behaviour is because a) she is married and b) I need the work. She has a nice without being knock-out body and is reasonably attractive without being beautiful, but. Dulcie's eyes lit up when she saw the tray and she spent a few minutes describing her initial encounter with Peter Hanson and his first wife, Sara; how a china cup and saucer had breached her defences. But then she got serious."We ... Peter and I ... have had a series of calls from the Pastor of the Free Apostolic Church of Christ," she said.I was certain I detected more than a hint of irony in her tone as she reeled off the name."Pastor Grey seems to be of the opinion that we ... the Anglican. There was nothing left to say. The muscles in his jaw kept clenching as if he was chewing some kind of rubber steak.She sat beside him with her arms crossed. If he had been hoping to have a nice quiet evening with her that night, he had another thing coming. She was angry that she had to actually argue her case when he should have just conceded to her demand. They could always go out to dinner some other time. They could even take Annie and enjoy an evening out as a family.Twenty minutes later.