This particular Saturday, Jane had gone up to London with the other ladies leaving me to finish the garden remodelling work. Roz was out at shopping, ...erfect day. About mid-afternoon, I had gone to clean up and as usual, I always manage to leave doors open etc. We have a walk-in wet room shower and I was enjoying the trickle of warm water and had thoughts of Carol, a recent woman I had met “Turning a Hobby” etc… with a nice warm day, warm water and dear old Percy begging to feel neglected so I. We savor. We smile. Ritual complete. "It's over. He's out of the house. I filed the papers yesterday. Please don't offer condolences. I'm relieved, and for now, that's... enough." I don't know what to say. 'I'm happy for you.' sure doesn't seem appropriate. I turn to her. Not just with my face, my whole body. She turns also. Our knees touch. I hold out my cup. "Here's to the future, Rose." "To a new beginning, Charlie." We 'clink' our paper cups together and sip and smile. One shield is down. So, imagine my surprise a few months later when I got a text from her telling me about her new boyfriend and the various things they did together. It annoyed me, there isn't a doubt in my mind about it, but it was rather funny for her to bring it up multiple times, when all I'd respond with is a simple "And how'd that make you feel?" She didn't like my responses, as she wanted some type of jealous response from me, but I had none to offer.After a week of the texting, she asked me to come by her. It was a physical indicator that he loved his birthday celebration and she was beside herself with joy. "What are your instructions for us now, Daddy?" "Bend her over; I'm going to finish with tearing her ass." he responded. The girl, although her legs were wobbly, proceeded to do as he wished with speed. She choke-slammed the slut over the velvet cloth and smacked her around yelling, "Put your ass up higher, higher, spread your cheeks…" The slut did as commanded and sprawled herself out over.