When I dragged her out this morning I completely forgot about it. It was empty now alright. I waded through the trash until I could get to the sink an... the cleaning supplies underneath. Thirty minutes later the floor in the kitchen was clean and the pyramid in the living room was removed. I decided it was time for a shower but I wanted to know where Priscilla was. I called the cell phone I let her use. It rang three times. Then she answered. ‘What?’ ‘Priscilla?’ ‘Oh, hi Dad, what’s up?’ ‘Where. It started off as a little exploration,a little fun,remembering their schooldays,to my great interest I found that they became excited watching each other being disciplined,and on occasion only at their behest,I would watch the result of my chastisement on them both;watch as they both held each other,their eyes opening and closing,their lips pressing together,their naked bodies touching,his manhood hard and erect,her pressing herself against him,their lips meeting in a passionate kiss,their. “You’re both married. Would you bet your wives in a crazy bet like this one? Matteo, you have children, and Marco, your wife is about to have one. Is this what you want to teach them? How to bet wives with stupid people like my husband? Would you want your daughter to be wagered like a prize cup? Or your son’s wife to his friends?” “Because your husband will never bet you, Maria,” Marco said. “It would be too crude even for him.”Fuck Marco for saying that. I think it was the final straw in. “It’s dirty.”He closed the book and turned to her. “Is it?”Lilly nodded. “When he says country pleasures,” she whispered, “He means cunt.”Tom gulped. It was then that the back of her hand brushed his, just teasing its hairs. Her hand retreated and returned. This time its fingers shaped to interleave his and just like that they were holding hands.He glanced at the wall clock. Five to eight. Her hand was clammy. They stood, mute. Her head moved to rest on his shoulder. This was childish. She was.