It almost as if they are like obstacles to honesty. Do you mind if I get rid of this shit?” Hank asked as he began to tug at his t-shirt.“No, not ...t all,” James answered, trying to act nonchalant.Hank then arose before he dispensed with his clothing. Once naked, Hank sat down again with his right arm resting on the armrest, before lifting his left leg and placing his foot on the seat next to him, thereby opening his legs wide apart. Hank was not overly hairy but had a light dusting of hair on. So, I figured since there were rubbers, that meant that Daddy and Mommy used them whenever they'd fuck. When I went through their drawers again several months later and the same number of condoms was there as the first time, I immedately started to suspect that Dad and Mom weren't getting it on regularly. Too bad for Mom. I know if Dad had insisted, Mom would have been more than willing to accomodate him. At least that's what I think now after what happened with my Mom.Dad had passed away. "Have you seen this?" she said, brandishing an e-mail print out."Umm, no, probably - I thought that was your job. The detail stuff, anyway..." My job, Dave, is to maximise my employer's shareholders' returns." I was impressed that she managed to keep a straight face. "Not", she went on, "to wipe your bloody arse!"OK, it was serious. I'd never seen Debbie lose her rag before. I stopped scrolling through CastList code and sat up facing her, looking for a clue as to what the problem might actually. "You little slut. You don't fucking talk to me like that." His eyes are unfocused and bleary and I slap his hand off, feeling disgusted."Don't fucking touch me." I spit, sneering at him.He slaps me hard, the back of his hand hitting my cheek. My head jerks sharply, my vision reeling. I stamp hard on his foot and make a break for it, wincing as my abdomen screams at me. He manages to grab hold of my arm and slam me into the wall. I sob at the impact, a wave of pain sweeping over me and I.