I had two small children who needed someone responsible in their lives taking care of them. I forced myself to get out of bed and get children up, cha...ge them, feed them, and try to make believe that nothing had changed in their little world.Soon I was set in a pattern of taking them to daycare, picking them up, playing with them before fixing their dinner, bathing them, and then putting them down for the night.Sometimes what was going on didn't hit me hard until well into the night lying alone. I'd written them out carefully and had Dad xerox them for me at work. I pulled out the folded sheets and handed them to the two women. While they looked it over, Janet ran her hand over my thigh, lightly brushing it with her fingertips. I felt my cock twitch and press against my shorts.They looked them over and Mrs. King looked at Janet. "He does a good job?" So far," she said. Her hand slipped over my thigh and between my legs. She briefly squeezed my cock. "This was his second week, so I'm. She felt instantly stupid. “I thought you meant…I mean…I wasn’t sure how rich married people live, that’s all,” she said, stumbling over her words.“Grace, if it would make it easier, we can sell the house and buy a new one. All I want is for you to be happy.”“I am happy; I promise I am. I mean, hell, I’m not homeless anymore.”Mac’s heart hurt a little. “And you’ll never be homeless again. Even if you decide you’ve made a terrible mistake, the house in Queen’s Village is yours,” he reminded her.. I'm sorry Miss." She entered the price of each magazine. "That'll be eight pounds and seventeen pence please."I handed over the ten pound note and opened my handbag. As I put the cigarettes and change away I couldn't help feeling a comforting thrill as I saw all my make-up sitting there - the make-up that I was wearing on my eyes, cheeks and lips right at that moment. I had also decided to keep a few tampons in my handbag at all times. Obviously I don't need them but I thought their absence.