.i continued "till that day of course.all this will end,2day,the hard way.all of ur arrogance will be taken away...she started sobbing i went over 2 h...r,grabbed her hair 4m behind,and delivered a tight slap...to add to the bruise on her jaw,now she had a cut to her lips... she turned over to you and plead save me 4m this mother fucke....SLAP...another 1 as she fell down eagle spreaded....i jumped onto her 4m behind and ripped apart the sweater....pinning her hands...her bra was torn open next. Jamie, helped by Peter, brought the air conditioning back on and watched carefully as the gas boiler roared into life to provide hot water. Just before bed, they wandered out into the grounds, checking the fences and making sure there were no dead bodies or other inconveniences lurking in the shadows. Emma came running back from the stables to report with unconcealed delight that the horses had gone.Lauren waved goodnight to her friends and shut her door quietly. Her bed beckoned, the silk. Dying? The man pushed the girl away and pulled out a massive knife. “I don’t like you SIR! I don’t like your posh accent SIR! I don’t like your fucking face SIR!” Ling just smiled, he’d worked his way up and had been lucky and skilled in equal measure; this idiot was assuming he was a posh twat who bought his way in because he had a smoother accent. Ling’s smile infuriated the drunk who launched across the room with a swing up which, if it had connected, would have disembowelled him or finished. “I ... I’m so sorry, Mother. I ... I should love you. Worship you.”Something in his eyes, that hot glint I once saw in my husband, burned in his. I shuddered, feeling like a woman for the first time. Not a wife. Not a mother. But a woman. A heat burst between my thighs as this handsome, young man flicked his eyes up and down me. A smile crossed his lips.“Now you just sit down,” I told him, giving him a smile, some of my anger dying. Strange, perverse thoughts rippled through me. All those.