“No inflammation...” She was saying as she wiped herself down. “I think it might be OK.”“Don’t risk it what if you--” Connie had slapped...the table but Elizabeth had already eaten a pecan.“Oh my God, that’s what nuts taste like!” She grabbed another fistful.“Wait until you try Dean’s,” my sister insinuated. Elizabeth looked away from me and smiled around the palm that was still feeding her face.“She’s allergic?” I caught up. It was stare at Dean like he was an idiot hour.“Oh, that makes sense!”. Images of rape, sexual violence, Doctor Baker’s face, phrases like “Submission is hope”, “You know you want it” and “it feels so good” all interspersed. As programmed, April sat and watched it all, unfeeling and unemotional as the images ran across her retinas.At the end of the presentation, the words “Sleep now” and Doctor Baker’s voice, saying the same things he’d said earlier, but with the strict admonition to “sleep and forget” was added at the end.Obediently, April laid down and drifted. I said can you let me in, ok she said the door clicked open I went up to the flat she had the door open for me, She was standing there in a towel just covering her tits & cunt, I’ve fucked her before she got a very hairy cunt & loves cock, a lot of men have been to the flat & fucked her, well she said hello have you come to pick that thing up, yes I said she said I well get it for you & went in to my fuckbuddys bedroom I followed, has she turned her towel fell down I could see her arse, fuck. I bent over and grabbed hold of the railing while he fucked me doggy-style. Since there was no time for me to get wet we had to use lubrication. But we both still got our orgasm. We did it without ever waking up Jordan for many nights to come. Or so we thought....In the weeks and months that followed we over-stepped the red lines and slipped up so many times that Jordan could not help but notice that his son was fucking his wife. But Jordan also knew that he, by himself alone, could never.