I hadn’t told Pete that I did not think his chances of beating up a man half his age who worked out every day were very high. I loved my husband and...did not want him to be hurt or humiliated any more - I had done enough of that already.“Pete?” I prompted him.“Has he threatened anything if you say no?” he asked more calmly.I thought for a moment before replying. In truth Will had made no threats at all. Maybe he wasn’t a blackmailer; maybe he was just a chancer seeing an opportunity to get his. Every single time we had a bath together the entire time I was seven, I begged her to give me a look at her breasts, or better still, to show me what was between her legs. I had no idea what girls looked like down there. I didn't even know what their privates were called. She refused every time. "No, Alex. I'm sorry, but I'm not going to do it. It's just not going to happen, no matter how much you ask." But Kate-" No buts." Please?" I can't. Why do you want to see so much anyway?" I...I...don't. She had an image in her mind of Dane as she'd last seen him, a cute little blond kid with apple cheeks and unruly curly hair. But she saw nobody like that in the crowd."Hi, Mom, I snuck up on you," came a voice from behind her.Jodie whirled and gawked. She wouldn't have recognized her own son if he hadn't introduced himself. Dane wasn't a little boy any more. He was a teenager, a young man. He towered over his petite mother."Dane?" she said breathlessly. "Gosh, I hardly know you." Yeah, I've. When Stanley entered the bedroom that night he found Helen ready for fucking. She was living up to her obligation for frequent sex. She was wearing a long sheer gown and high heels. She thought she knew her duty. She would suck his cock a little and then spread her legs and let him fuck her while he played with her tits. She would urge Stanley on with cries of "Fuck, me! Fuck me with your big cock" until he came. She would feign a terrific orgasm and then get a good night's sleep with Stanley's.