I often wonder if he writes about fucking me. Or if it's Bill. Or if it's all those other people they were fucking in London.One of Sam's poems goes:T...ke, O take that cunt awayThat so sweetly were forsworn;And that arse, that open door, Tunnel that do desire for more.Another goes:O lover mine, who are you fucking?O, stay and feel; your boyfriend coming, That can sing both high and low.I don't know what they mean, but they sound good. And they've got four letter words in them, so they must be. "Well, to be honest, I really didn't know what to expect," Yvonne said."I certainly had my doubts that you would even show up today, let alonethat you would actually come prepared to be a maid. But I am very gladthat you did."Tom was still too stunned at his current circumstance to say anything.All he could do was nod his head and listen mutely as Yvonne continued."I haven't told any of our customers about you yet, just in case thiswas nothing more than a hoax, but I did tell my staff. They. Mom told us that Uncle Frank and Uncle Bill was the first one she had sex with. She sat with her head down in tears recalling the incident while we were kneeling in the pew supposedly praying. They held me down and fucked me against my will the first time mom cried aloud. I liked it! I liked every moment of it. I couldnt get enough after that. I became their slut and let them and their friends do what they wanted with my body mom said in a hushed tone. I wanted it to continue but daddy found. Mr. Oldham's staff meeting was effectively adjourned. As soon as I got to my office, Wanda came in and closed the door. She had some news for me. Word had spread about the tall woman walking out on me without giving me an opportunity to explain about the condition of the space. She laughed as she told me it had taken until two PM before employees became brave enough to raid the sandwich tray left in the boardroom."By two-thirty, nothing was left but the tray," she giggled.Her gay mood.