“And why should I do that?”“Because they’ve got a neat bedroom.”“Who showed you that?”“Susy,” he replied. “And Grace was in there,...too. She was sitting at that tiny table and brushing her hair. She didn’t have anything on but panties, Mother!”She watched the excitement glowing in her son’s eyes.“She has real nice tits and legs, but I didn’t get to see her ass or cunt.”“Didn’t Grace mind that you looked in at her?”“Aw, no, Mother. She smiled at me. Hey, I bet I could fuck her, too.”“I think you. Chubby's was a local cop hangout that had been here since before I was born. I stood in front of the entrance and pushed hard to enter. Those doors had been sticking for as long as I could remember. Nothing had changed inside after all these years. It was a typical crowded Friday night. The jukebox was blaring, people were laughing and talking loudly, and a few were dancing and shooting pool. On the walls there were pictures of retired cops. Over the bar there were photos of those that had. The sides of the pyramid were bloody from her torn ass. "I'll be damned. It did fit all the way in. I really didn't think it would." Chrissaid to Rob. "Good job! Now…she's not bleeding internally, is she?" "She might be," Rob studied the frantically straining girl as he buckleda ball gag in her mouth, silencing her screams of pain. "But she'll mend. Now…" He amused himself for a while, raising and lowering her, watching her facetwist into incredible expressions of agonized torment, listening. This was there usual routine at dinner. No conversation, no passionate glances across the table - just this. Ashley scanned the emails in her box, seeking the obvious spam and nonsense advertisements that she always deleted first. Her eyes froze on one in particular. The subject line simply said “Friday”. “No, surely it wasn’t Shaun. Did he have her email address? It couldn’t be”. She clicked to open it and saw one simple sentence. “I bet I know what you did when you got home.” Ashley fretted,.