How dare he do that, the no-good piece of shit!I stormed into the living room, put my fists on my hips, and demanded. “OK, WHO THE FUCK IS SHE?” N...w, there are a lot of statements in my life I would like to take back, but that one will forever be on the top of my list.Erick looked at me like I was crazy for a long moment before he started to laugh. His dry chuckles started slowly, and deepened in his chest until they sounded almost evil.“I am serious here Erick! Who is the woman you are fucking. “What the fuck!” he exclaimed Carol’s niece let out a scream. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” “I ..., I ....,” she stammered. “Yes? You what?” Now Jim stood over her, glaring - and sizing her up. She was blushing - so she had some shame. Her tight t-shirt accented her breasts: its text in red (‘Why are you staring?’) didn’t need an answer. She’d had the decency to remove her hand from under skirt but it was still ridden up so that he could glimpse her own stained knickers. He. "Come on, you'll get plenty of exercise." Doing what?" asked Tommy as he followed her into the family's exercise room. Catherine used the various machines therein to keep her slim figure fit and toned, but Tommy and his father could hardly ever be found there.She punched a button on an executive-sized stereo and soft music began to play. "It's time for you to learn to dance." Oh please," whined Tommy. "I've got two left feet. I'll break your toes. I don't really need to dance, do I?"Catherine. .." Shut up, whore!" he screamed, raising his hand and slapping her full across the face with savage force."Now Fleming, watch..." Dick began but was silenced by Ron's murderous reply."She's my wife... I'll do what I like! I told you to keep out of this!"Sharon was sobbing wildly now, her arms thrown protectively around her face, her whole frame wracked with convulsive moans. Oh God, what terrible anger had she unleashed in him? What could she do to stop him?There was silence for a moment, and.