I sat there for what felt like hours and had finally decided that I wouldn't discover the cause when I heard it again. A deep groaning sound, a crunch...and then grinding, right above my room, almost like someone was up there.No way in hell is it Santa Claus, I thought as I got out of bed and crept to the window, just in time to watch a large clump of snow fall past my window and hit the ground. I jumped backwards, bumping into my desk chair and nearly falling, stifling a scream when I saw the. I imagined one couple, Helen and Richard, who probably lived their lives without anyone ever knowing.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Helen and Richard worked for the same bottle factory and they had met there 15 years ago when they were both in their 30s. Helen supervised a group of women working on an assembly line putting labels on different types of bottles. She was rather plain but in that social class where life was hard,. Having only graduated from high school the year before, I had managed to land a fairly decent job in construction. The problem with that was, when money for jobs dried up, there were layoffs. And I was amongst the first to be let go. Unable to afford the rent, I had no choice but to ask my folks if I could come back home to live until I could find another job and get back onto my feet again.They were of course happy to help me out, letting me come back. But there was one small little problem.. ‘The women.’ He explained. ‘I had to have sex with one. I didn’t want to pick anyone’s wife…and unlike a lot of the others I didn’t want to pick some underage girl so I picked Miranda. She’s pretty…of age. And then once I had tasted of the fruit I had to fuck her in front of the group.’ ‘Too much detail.’ Rachel whispered unable to keep the pain from her voice. ‘…Yea.’ He answered and sighed. ‘I hadn’t meant to tell you all that. Anyway, she was to become my Bitch and I her Stud. That is.