I opened the door and kicked it closed with my heel, not bothering to turn around. Instantly, the breeze threw me off. The window was wide open-and I ...new I had kept it shut. I had pondered locking the whole house down but decided not to-I guess I secrectly wanted him to find his way in again but didn't want to conciously admit it. I ran over to the window and slammed it shut-a pretty fucking useless thing to do. He was already inside. Before I could gasp he had snatched away my towel and threw. She was wearing a short robe and I could tell at a glance she was nude underneath. I sat beside her on the sofa but she said I should sit on the floor by her feet. She leaned over and kissed me on the forehead, then told me she liked to have her feet massaged while she sipped her drink. A little later she said, "That's good Billie, now I want you to suck my toes and lick the bottom of my feet." She kept me at it for at least 15 minutes. "You are such a good boy Billie. Your sucking and kissing. " I suppose I was rather short in my response, as her head dipped, but she reached out to take a slice of bread and put it on her plate. "Yes," I said more gently, "I will want you to eat with me, usually. Would you like tea to drink? Milk?" I ... don't know ... I usually only have water. Tap water if I'm lucky."I was going to ask what she meant by that, but I realised before I opened my mouth. "Well, here, you can drink the same as me. Tea ... coffee when I've got some. Squash or cordials when. Unless tears of joy, of love and kindness. For such perfection there must be imperfections, and they abound in our world. We tend to look the other way when we see them, to ignore the evil, to pretend it does not exist, for evil is the failing, the failing of existence, the failing of life. We depend on balance, for good for bad, for fun and sadness, for joy and depression. Did she deserve to have a good life of joy and happiness, of love and desires for-filled? I think she did! She slowly.