I screwed up big time. And now I have to pay the price.”“No, you don’t!” Becky declared. “Do it my way and you’ll be fine!”“No, I won�...�t,” I said with resignation. “Can you please just leave and let me be? I have to deal with this my way.”“I’ll go, but remember, I’m always here for you if you need me,” she said lovingly and with the smile of someone who had won a fight, touching her hand to my cheek. “Always.”“Just go, please.”She got out of bed, got dressed, and left. I went and stood under the. ‘Fucking straight. An abortion. Did your loving husband ever tell you how he hit my head against the door and locked me in the car for not wanting to kill my baby? James, did you mention that part to her before you knocked her up?’ Len stood immobilized, her mouth wide. ‘James,’ she whispered, ‘I don’t understand…’ I looked up and laughed again. ‘Here, let me put it into home-wrecker terms for you since that’s what you understand the most. Your newly wedded husband promised me a baby. He never. Oh, she tasted delicious, and the very idea that I now knew intimately what my mother tasted like aroused me to greater heights. I didn’t fool around inside her; I went right for her spot, my tongue sliding along her contoured ceiling until she cried out my name in glee. Once there, I tortured her ceaselessly, drawing myriad patterns with differing speeds until I finally found the combination that made her thighs quiver, her insides clench, her hips rock, and her mouth whimper. Then, locking-in. Of course, I had been provided with plenty ofreminders - mostly the way my breasts moved and seemed to get in the wayor any arm movements and the pony tail bouncing at the back of my head.The cook called me "love" every time I went in - yesterday I'd been"mate" - and I discovered that men look at women, even when they thinkthey aren't, and they are never as discreet as they think. Nobody staredtoo blatantly.Sometimes I saw Hazel's head on one side, with that little frown creasebetween her eyes..