“Baby,” he warned.“What?” she asked innocently.She moved up on his body, her chest bumping against his on the way. Her face was over his, her ...air descending, until their faces were in their own world, eyes locked. He put his hands on her butt, realized what he did, and put his hands on her waist instead.She opened her lips. He closed his. Their noses touched and rubbed. He could feel her breath on him.“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he muttered.Her hands were still under his shirt.“Kiss me, daddy,”. I took the phone books off of the chair androlled in a new chair, one I knew could adjust to theright height without the phone books. I put the phonebooks away and scribbled a note on the Post-it pad onher desk. SORRY. PLEASE ACCEPT THIS AS A PEACEOFFERING.“Oh, so now you’re feeling sorry for me, are you?”I whirled around to face her.“You know something, Renee? You have a serious problem.I know your life isn’t too hot, given yourcircumstances, but a lot of other. That means I need to treat the wood to make it smooth and protect it from the rain. But first I need to let the wood breath for a few days."The following weekend didn't look to be fun, at all. He was covered in dust from the sanding and the mask, for the fumes when he treated the wood, was really hot and uncomfortable. On Sunday night, a week before Memorial Day, I had a new deck. It was perfect.Ken showered at my house while I put Becky to bed. God I was horny. His sweat and smell combined. .." "BANG, BANG, BANG, CRASH, BANG!" "Sod the bugger! I'll go and give him a piece of my mind. Bet it's that Tom Smith ripping up the floor in the old breakfast room. He'll be doing it deliberately to annoy me. Think that's why dad employs him. He's only a silly little one-man jobber. Doubt if there'll be anyone else about." "BANG, BANG, CRASH, BANG, BANG!" "Sod the man, can't even think with this racket... Daddy's at work and its Mummy's hair day, I'll give the bastard a piece of my mind he.