We were quiet, and at that moment I noticed just how captivating this creature was. I held that gaze for an uncomfortable moment. Donna’s face shift...d from an amused look to one of concern. ‘Dad?’ she queried. My bubble burst. With those words, I pulled myself off her and we spent the rest of the time being formal to each other. The wall had come up between us. I caught Donna looking at me from time to time. She would quickly avert her gaze when I would turn to face her. The time came a few. The shattered body, she saw far below afforded her great pleasure. He’d have her husband back now. No more would she have to compete. He wouldn’t be staring at that body anymore or caressing it lovingly. She would be able to reclaim the time that had been stolen from her. Maybe now he’d have more money to lavish on her.Pleased with herself, she backed away from the edge and rode the elevator once more. As she crossed the building site headed for her car, she took on last look in the direction. .Let me tell you how I got to this point. My parents hired this Eastern European woman to help in the house with me and my siblings, she was also our housekeeper. I think her name was Sasha, but we always called her babushka, meaning old woman or grandmother.Truth be told she was not that old when she got hired. Maybe mid 30s. She spoke English with a heavy accent, pretty much broken English.She was strict, yet very loving. She was a tall big woman. I always thought of her as a fat old woman.. Minute, hours, days, Christine had no way of knowing how long this went on, her body bowed underneath his, the steady, mechanical, pumping rhythm of his thrusts rocking her back and forth, over and over again. She imagined that, in reality, they would both have passed out from exhaustion long ago, but here there was no limit. Untethered from the world, Christine was plunged into an ocean with no bottom. Komos, never having experienced physical restrictions of any kind, instinctually pushed.