" Actually, they're not blown, they opened because there was an overload. Let me check down cellar and see what's going on."I did and it was as I figu...ed, the old knob and tube story. Low amperage fuses and circuits that had to be at least forty years old, not enough juice for the loads of today."Well, miss, what are you using when the lights go out?" You may call me Marcia, The lights go out when I use the electric skillet, a coffeepot, or the waffle iron and a coffeepot"Well, you are going to. He turned away from me quickly. I soaped up my hands and began to lather up his back, working my hands across his shoulders and down to the small of his back. "That's nice" he said softly as he leaned back into me. My nipples hardened as they brushed against his skin. Moving my hands further down, I smeared the lather over his ass, squeezing it sensually. I could tell he was enjoying it, as he pushed back. When I moved my hands back up to his shoulders, I pushed my bush up to his ass, grinding. I had forgotten my depression for a while and by the time I fell asleep it hadn't caught up with me. It was however back that Saturday morning clutching me like a too tight sweater. I hated the feeling of choking on my grief. I had felt it before but it had been a while since someone I knew and loved had died. I hated that feeling of overwhelming grief and depression.I was in the shower, when I heard Wilson outside the shower starting the coffee. The problem was I had only brought a tee shirt. I felt him start down the back of my throat and then he started getting a hard-on. It did not take long for him to shove it far enough in to stop my breathing. He just looked down at me and laughed. He said this is what you were built for you filthy little whore. All of a sudden he stopped and grabbed my hair and pulled me over to a desk and said bend over and spread your legs. He shoved his cock in me without any fore play and it hurt like hell. He was ramming me so hard the desk was moving.