"Ah fuck off. Both of ya. You're family Abi can do without. The jealous, spiteful bitch of a sister and the vindictive twat of a brother," I yelled at...him and clenched my fists. Both of them stared at me, and I retreated, and walked down the stairs, unaware of the handful of witnesses that had amassed behind me as I had attacked Abi's brother. I was expecting him to follow me and I wanted to hit him. Hit him hard. He was bigger and stronger than me and I might take a battering, but I had anger. I get to the first stop in Manhattan and make my way up to the surface and feel like everyone around knows what a filthy slut I am walking up the stairs with a toy inside me going to meet the man whose instructions I’m following. I walk the few blocks to the hotel and stand outside a little bit away from the door and await instructions. After what seems like an eternity I get a message: Rm 302. I walk to the elevator take it two floors up. In the elevator I remove my jacket. I want my cleavage. Smiled? I was expecting screams and yelling. Linda grounded for months and my being told to not return. “Oh, sit down you two, you’re not in trouble.” Linda and I sat on the couch, about a foot separating us. But Rosie shook her head. “Linda, either hold his hand, cuddle with him, or sit in his lap. That looks like you are two c***dren that were caught doing something naughty.”Linda looked at me, and I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, pulling her against me.“There, that’s better. Yes, I know. I explained that I was going back to the meeting room. He shook his head. “I’ve just left there and the caretaker locked up behind me.” When he saw my distraught expression he reached forward and gently removed a strand of wet hair from my eyes. The intimacy of the act made me jump a little, which he mistook for a shiver of cold. “Look, I only live a few minutes' drive from here. Come back with me, let’s get you warm and dry and we’ll sort your car out afterwards.” I was about to protest. I.