"Stuart?" A familiar female voice calls. "Stuart? Can you hear me?" ...Mum?" I ask, opening my eyes and staring into the face of the womanwho gave bir...h to me twenty-five and a half years ago."Welcome back, son," mum says."Did- did-" I hoarsely whisper."Shh," mum urges. "Try not to talk too much. But yes, yes, the surgerywas a success." I breathe a sigh of relief as I lay my head back on mypillow and try to clear my head. Sure, my groin is buried under amountain of pain right now, but. “We could have dressed in shorts and a top and still expected to be fucked. We dressed like this because we feel a sense of being rushed, time constrained at the office. The time is wonderful, amazing but …” Here it is … she’s confessed so much … just a bit more. “We … Abby and I … we were hoping … maybe we could enjoy unconstrained sex with no concerns for time or … or … repetition.”He smiled, “That can be arranged …” His fingers grasped the strings at her side and pushed her thong down. The. But Rebecca knew the banking rules thanks to September 11th and she didn’t want to take any chances, making something up on the fly about how cash was preferable to a check. The old man had shrugged, went to a wall safe and pulled out the stack of money. Rebecca had laughed all the way back to the car where Dave had been waiting for over a half hour. He’d looked at his watch repeatedly and thought that she might have been caught, that Jerome Hill might have been on the phone with the police and. Ann struggled, but she knew she had no chance against the man’s strength. She kept her mouth closed though, and continued to struggle. Finally, he broke the kiss, stepped back, and glowered at her. ‘What the fuck is it with you?’ he demanded, clearly angry. ‘The other night you came on like gangbusters, now you’re actin’ like a fuckin’ nun. You some kinda sicko?’ A cold smile formed on his face. ‘I got it! You’re one a them chicks likes to be forced a little, aincha?’ He reached for her. Ann.