‘Hmmmmmm. Might work at that,’ he said. ‘By golly Mrs. Clause, you have yourself a deal!’ ‘Oh Mr. Clause, thank you,’ she said excitedly. ...he waddled over to him and their large bodies pressed against each other as she planted a long kiss on his lips. Because of their size and heavy clothing the best they could do was hold each others arms as her breasts and belly pressed against his torso. He stroked her grey hair pulled back in a bun saying, ‘You are still so beautiful. Hard to believe we. Rough. Uncaring. Pulling them from my flesh in single rabid movements the pain an explosion of deserved self-abuse. Flinging them at the vision before me only to have them bounce ineffectually off the thick glass sheets that trap us, separate us. "Bitch. Bitch. Bitch." No longer just a thought; a screamed exhalation filling the air, invading my ears, caressing my trembling, twitching flesh. I wish for variety, to find other words; slut and whore, slag and cunt and cow and; but they won't come.. I couldn’t help but wished it was his house. Just so I can lay my eyes on him, maybe even touch him. As the door opened, that brilliant white smile was all I saw. ‘My your blushing already…’ he said teasingly. I couldn’t have told him it was because of my wicked thoughts. As I entered his house, my eyes fell on the same cute girl standing defiantly in his living room. Johnathan turned to her with a bored face as he said: ‘Please, leave! My tutor is here and I have to study.’ She stomped her. I knew then that sending me off for smokes, and for the Scotch was purposely done. I slowed down, no sense trying to hurry. If anything, I'd doddle a bit, giving them time to chat. The problem for me was, after what had happened there outside, had pretty much taken away whatever options I'd had.I knew now that telling Cynthia anything about what had happened would no longer hold any credibility. How long she had been there watching all that was yet another question. What had she heard? What.