" And he left. I heard the Rover leave.I looked for Mum and found her scrubbing her hands in the kitchen. "Was I crazy?" she asked."No, just upset. Wh...t's for dinner?" I'm not sure what's in the fridge. Ask Sarah if she'd like to go out." Okay." Sarah always wants to go out. She always wants fried shrimp or pizza. Today it was pizza. So we went to Chelsea Pizza in Nedlands. We got a family-size with sausage and a kid's Margherita – for Sarah, she likes plain pizza. It was before 1800, so there. ’”“Eventually I became accustomed to his fat cock and he started to fuck me harder, it was all I could do but to lay there with my legs wrapped around his waist as each intense thrust forced his cock all the way into me. I pressed her hips higher to meet his hard thrusts as he repeatedly plunged his cock deep into my unprotected womb. We started to fuck faster and I could feel his swollen balls as they slapped against me. I cried out loudly, ‘YES...FUCK ME HARD!’, as he continued to fuck me. She had errands – a dentist appointment, shopping, exercise – and I had meetings in my very full calendar. But, ever hopeful, I did not make the bed. I left the unmade bed as a signal. A cry for taking advantage of the empty house. I stepped downstairs for coffee and managed to sneak in the information that I was free at 9:30 – and only 9:30. When she came up at 9:15 and started making the bed, my heart fell. All the anticipation and longing that I had allowed to build up came crashing down. I. Oh, damn. My fuckin’ talent was part of this, and I listened, kinda despairing, as words came out of my mouth. ‘Annie, you get the hell into the bathroom, take the kids, get cleaned up while I fix some grub. And don’t fuckin’ argue. Nothing happens till you’re all clean and fed. Go do it, girl, or I’ll hold you down and wash you myself.’ She tried to smile but her face crumpled, and she didn’t move, so I bent down to the kids, took their hands, hauled them into the house, not paying too much.