I slip inside as I pass, then close the door. I lean against the wall, breathing heavily, my mind spinning. Quickly, quickly, before I change my mind.... The door opens, and he slips in. Before he has a chance to speak, I grab him, locking the door as I do so. “It’s a game,” I say, urgently. “Do you want to play?” He nods. “My friend wants to eat your cum out of my mouth. Will you do it?” He nods again. “Fuck yes, ok. But…” He doesn’t have a chance to say any more. I pull down his trouser zip,. ’ Again, she did as I said! But why now, and not before? Wait….ADMIT IT. That was it. I needed to test it out, just once more. ‘Admit it, you’ve wet your bed in the last month.’ Emma replied with a look of sincerity, and a sense of realism, ‘I’ve wet my bed in the last month. I’m so ashamed of myself…’ This could not be happening. Surely, there was some mistake. Emma was playing along with me. I’ll test it out on something I know she wouldn’t joke about. ‘Admit it, you’re glad that your cat. One particular Sunday morning things were really bad. We had an argument the night before because I insisted on going to see my daughter's high school play. Apparently, to some 23-year-olds, Saturday nights are meant for going out and having drinks and nothing else would ever do.This morning, I was feeling particularly angry with her for her selfishness. I was wondering in the back of my mind if it was something she would soon grow out of, and if it was worth the wait.Those issues, combined. I don't mind, really."He dipped to kiss her, her hands sliding to hold the back of his head. The kiss intensified and his hands found her bum and began to squeeze. It would probably have led to another bedroom encounter, had a knock on the door not announced the arrival of breakfast. As it was, it took a real effort of will to separate and they were both panting.After breakfast, Sam didn't allow himself to think about anything other than leaving the room and the building. He still hadn't.