She'd nothing left to live for, I suppose. I'd been taken away." His voice tailed off. Becca squeezed his arm sympathetically."I never knew my father,... said Becca, "and my mother was murdered." Shit! How old were you?" Five." Shit! What are you doing now? You've got smart clothes and all and you talk proper."Becca told him about Steven and the Damsels."He sounds a good bloke." He is, Garry. The best. That's why I married him." She smiled up at him.They walked on in silence for a moment."Why. "How?" That one word spoke volumes. She didn't want to talk about it, but needed to. She didn't know where to start, what to tell or how to trudge through it without losing what little control she had left. She was on a bleak edge, looking out over a chasm that was bottomless and if she fell in there would be no rescuing her. I didn't want her going over that edge, because if she did, I would be jumping in after her."I can share memories. It doesn't hurt and only takes the blink of an eye to do. "By the by, did Eric call you?" Yes, the games are on. A week from Saturday; I thank you for that. It oughta be a blast," she said.They talked about me and their plans for me for the next five minutes or so, said their goodbyes, and hung up.Interesting, I thought. I get to have a mercy fuck. Like I would even want to touch the foul flesh of that cunt; I'd rather fuck a striped assed ape than her, I thought. But, it was going to be interesting seeing her try to get me to.She got home by 6:30. I. When still she made no move I had to say something ?my turn now then.? I tried to laugh slightly as if I had done this kind of thing a lot and moved to open my flies. ?What are you doing?? she said.I was half panicking at this stage that I wasn’t getting anything.?Well I’ve gone down on you now its your turn to go down on me.? I said with as much self assuredness as I could.?I wish I could, but I have a meeting later this evening and I won’t have time to redo my make up?I was about to get.