We rented a car and drove around and looked around - and enjoyed our time together.Then, on Monday morning, my aunty's call woke me up in the hotel. S...e told me that our house and car had been burned to ashes. She told me that it seemed that in Sunday service, one of preachers had gone a bit overboard. He had declared me to be a reincarnation of the devil, who had caused all this misery by marrying the Whore of Babylon with Lily being our bastard succubus. One of his 'lambs' had taken it quite. The room spun and glowed in the light of our coupling. The red t-shirt I’d dropped to the floor. Her blue panties lying nearby. The subtle tones of the bedspread we’d just totally trashed. The pale green walls of our bedroom. The rose flush spread across her chest. The red lips that joined mine in continued passion, even as our heartrates began to slow.“How is your book coming?” I whispered as we drowsed together, still enjoying the afterglow half an hour later.“According to Dad, ‘solid’,” she. I hang up before it ever connects. I'm curious and though I don't really know what to think of it all, I've dreamed about the doctor's dick up my ass each night. Seven days later, I find myself arriving early again to the doctor's office. The wait is interminable and I squirm in my seat nervously. The receptionist's blouse seems even more low cut than my last visit and that doesn't help. I try to concentrate on a magazine, but I can't read a single word. "Mister Jacobs?" I hear the words, but. By then Constance was sitting at the breakfast bar, enjoying the hot coffee I'd brewed while she showered and fixed herself up for work.Shyly she asked, "Did you really take me to the bathroom, pull down my underpants and sit me on the potty, like my mother did when I was four?" She gave me a look full of wonder, affection, and embarrassment."You were so upset from your nightmare that I figured that if I needed to go; you most likely had to, too. You didn't resist, so I figured I'd guessed.