A dark haired woman climbed out, moved to the rear door, hauled out two kids, straightened up and looked at the house. Jesus jumpin’ Christ. Before ... realized it, my feet were taking me to the front door. ‘Annie, what the fuck have you done to your goddam hair?’ She yelped and jumped at me, clung tight, her whole body shaking, while the kids stood and watched. They were real dirty, looked kinda subdued, not like kids usually are, tearing round and breaking stuff. Just stood and watched. Shit,. Answer the door, take her upstairs, and fuck her.” There was no emotion in her voice. Just a matter of fact; almost a resignation to what she started.“Are you going to watch the cameras? I want you to. You need to see me fucking her like I had to watch you and Rob.” Lisa just got up and walked downstairs to the control room.I walked over to the door. There, in front of me, stood Alice. I greeted her with a smile and invited her in. She was wearing a summery light yellow dress with spaghetti. She was right. I could now roll over in both directions, although any moves toward the left side with its healing ribs was a delicate operation. That's the version of the story I related to Rena, anyway. Ronni and I devoured the breakfast Rena'd brought over, chatting with her as we ate, then the chatting continued as we shared coffee together.From the conversation I gleaned that, first, Rena was still okay with her daughter living with me, even though I was nowhere as helpless as I had been at. ” She stroked her hair. “So, Hubby, are you going to make love to me tonight?” “Of course, Honey, I love you.” “I love you too.” She got up, gave me a kiss, and went to the bathroom. Shortly after she returned, I asked if we could go back to her place for “a beer.” She rejected the idea—something about her fussy roommate. Instead she suggested the following: “Let’s go check out underneath the pier.” There comes a moment in every one-night-stand when you can safely grab a girl by the hand and.