‘Well yes, but I’m not the one who is going to?’ she begins. ‘I want to too,’ I say, cutting her off. I take her hand and give it a squeeze....She squeezes back. We stay like that for a minute until we here the noise of a car rumbling up our driveway. ‘Well,’ she says, grinning at me, ‘we had better go greet our guests.’ We step out into our front yard. It’s a warm, breezy day. Sudden gusts of wind blow clouds of dust from the unpaved driveway of our farm house. The black minivan pulls up behind. He knew he'd never get his motherback. But somehow just saying it made him feel a bit better, if only alittle.He hung his head, sniffling as he began to make his way home.Behind him, a pink wisp zipped across the sky.* * * * *Stan sighed as he stood at the sink, mindlessly cleaning the dishes. Heglanced at the clock. Not long now. Not long before his son came throughthe door, eyes red and cheeks wet after another day of bullying.He couldn't stand it. Nothing hurt him more than seeing Ted like. Ein äusserst hübscher Kopf in dem auch eine Menge drin steckte.Schulterlange glatte blonde Haare rahmten ein hübsches Gesicht mit strahlend blauen Augen ein. Der Mund war voll und sehr anziehend geformt und viele ihrer Kollegen hatten sich schon nähere Bekanntschaft mit ihm gewünscht.Aber von eben diesen Kollegen hatte niemand eine Chance bei Helena, weil sie all deren Macken genau kannte.Ihr Körper war ebenfalls wohlgestaltet. Für eine Frau von 1,72m wirkten ihre Beine äusserst lang. Sie war. “First feed me, then fuck me,” she said in a soft yet demanding voice.She sat at the table, crossed her legs provocatively with her knees high in the air because of the spike heels, and placed her hands in her lap. I returned to my seat and began to eat.“What are you doing?” she said in a tone as if scolding me. I looked at her and shook my head in puzzlement. “I told you to feed me, and that’s what I want. Remember the deal for tonight. I get whatever I want.”Now I understood where she was.