‘You just make sure everything is ready for the morning,’ she told Linda, ‘and you keep your mind on our little man.’ Linda nodded. ‘He’s ...ll that matters.’ Linda felt her eyes tear at the thought of her son, ten year old Colin, safely ensconced at Connie’s house for the night. Connie was her friend from her old job, the one that had indelicately canned them all last year and moved the office to another state, Connie had landed well elsewhere, and was married. Linda was divorced, and had taken. I understand. I shouldn't have tortured them." The confession hurt, but now that it was out he realized it was what he needed. "It was wrong. I got angry, and I lost control. They were torturing us, and I wanted it to stop." Tears gathered in his eyes, and his voice broke. "I wanted them dead and beaten. I was tired of them. I was tired of them picking on me all the time, and I lost it." Go on," she encouraged.Joey shook in his shoes. He was still looking for something to keep his anger alive.. . She removed the white bikini and noticed that the bottom was damp with her wetness. She badly would have liked to take some time and masturbate herself to an orgasm in the dingy little dressing room but with the two men obviously waiting for her that didn’t seem an available form of relief at the moment. The third bikini was a micro. She had never tried on one of these revealing numbers before. There was barely anything there. She pulled up the bottoms consisting of a thin elastic band. It could wait another half hour.Lisa wouldn't let him change once they got home. Part of her plan was still to be put into effect and she didn't waste time getting around to it. Lisa took Michael into the family room."Get undressed," she told him. "I want to properly thank you for tonight."Michael stood in front of the couch and, piece by piece, got out of his clothes while his mother watched every move he made. His erection was starting even before he was naked."Now sit down," Lisa said..