" You're staying for as long as you need to," he reassured her. "It's going to be a little crowded, and I apologize for that. But if we have to, we ca... get a bigger place. I'd ask what happened, but after Tracy's run-in with her husband, I have a pretty good idea. Right now I'd love to get my hands on the son-of-a-bitch that did this to you and let him know what it feels like." Brandon! No! You promised me!" Tracy was insistent."I promised that I wouldn't kill Darren. But this asshole deserves. "Bill will be away on business this coming Monday for two weeks. You will quite your piece of crap job, then, on Monday morning at 9 AM you will report here to me to begin your housewife training. We'll start by writing a letter to your parents, telling them you need to 'find yourself' and are hitchhiking to California. Then your training will begin in earnest. I will make you every bit as much a woman and wife as I am. No, I take that back... I will make you MORE of a woman and a wife than I. I looked at her sad brown eyes, the wrinkles at the corners dark in the light from a bedside lamp. I thought she was the last woman I would want to fuck, but my cock had a different idea. I felt it swelling under her gentle touch. She kissed me then and it wasn’t too bad. She pulled the nightie over her head and I looked at her tits. They were small, pointed like a young girl’s, and the nipples were erect and almost red. She pulled her panties down and wiggled out of them. “I don’t have a. ” She grabbed Megan’s hand and pulled her down the hallway.Ashley knocked on her parents’ door. “Mom? Got a moment?”“Just a second!” sounded through the door. Less than a minute later, the door opened a crack and Becca peered out. “Ashley?”“Mrs. B wanted to know the dress code. I figured you could tell her.”“Give me a couple of minutes and I’ll be right out.” Becca closed the door.“I don’t want to be any trouble,” said Megan.“No, it’s okay. Mom and Dad probably got a little busy and she’s still.