"For the moral of this tale is: Pretty is as pretty does."Sandy's eyes fluttered open. "Do I act pretty, Mommie?"Beth smiled. "Usually, Sweetheart. Yo... were especially nice today with ourguests. Now say your prayer."Sandy put his hands together below his chin. "If I die before I wake, Ipray the Lord my soul to take. And God bless Mommie, and Freddie, and Sam,and Carol Sue, and Auntie Vickie. And Miss Jennie, God. She was so nice tome today." Sandy yawned. "'Scuse me."Beth smiled, kissed Sandy's. He was decent enough to wear a rubber, though it was indecent how he didn't even have to stand up to fetch it. Immediately afterward he was insisting that I never set foot in his house again, except maybe Saturdays after lunch when he stayed home alone from the familial trek to the mall, ostensibly to mow the lawn. Listen, as far as I was concerned, my ticket out the front door was stamped one-way. I'd definitely been done better when I did the job myself. My main thought was that I'd be. "They smell of us." Dave grinned. He grabbed his stepdaughter by the waist and pulled her onto the bed. "Better make it worthwhile then." She crawled into the centre of the bed, offering herself to him as he took hold of her waist and impaled her. With her face in the pillows, she grunted and screamed as he filled her womb forcefully.With the sheets in the washer, they tidied the rest of the house; all signs of their affair were squirreled away or disposed of. The last thing to clean was. 'wait' she said striding to the door. She popped the key into the back of the lock and turned it, she turned to face him and flipped the lights off. Pitch blackness for a moment. Silence except for movement coming from near the door close to him. He stood up and began to speak 'what...' but she came close to him, putting a hand on the small of his back and putting a finger to his lips. 'shhh' she said 'keep going as you were' she whispered softly. His eyes slowly acclimatising to the darkness.