It was hard to take my eyes off her beautifully rounded bum as she strode ahead of me. Upon entering the bedroom, it was evident that she had lit can...les and turned the light off here also. She told me to get onto the bed. Then she handcuffed my wrists to the headboard. She had tied me before but this was the first time i met the handcuffs, they felt solid and cold against my wrists and didn't seem to give much. Jes stood back from the bed, letting me look up at her. Looking up at her she. She had been at it for almost seven hours today; her twelve hour study sessions had drawn out to more and more in the past few days and even during the few hours she still allowed sleep to take her away, the dreams were filled with piles of legal documents and testimonials from varied trials… ‘Damn’ she thought ‘is it really worth it?’ The answer, of course, a resounding ‘yes’, it’s time for a break. It had been so hot in the flat today she had decided to dress simply; a pair of. “You stupid slut,” I muttered to myself, “You got what you deserved.” The tears began to fall. I flushed the toilet to cover the noise of my sobs. Splashing cold water on my face, I tried to regain composure and formulate the lie. The lie that he had not hurt my feelings, the lie that he could not hurt my feelings, and the biggest lie of them all, that I did not love him and what had occurred was merely sex, nothing more. I rounded up my purse and car keys, preparing to leave. There was polite. Day."My eyes flicker and I struggle to make out my mother next to me. She's on her side, head resting on a hand, supported by her elbow."Did you..." I breath out "...say something Mom?"She grins. "We're doing this every day." Dad will definitely notice if—" I'm divorcing him in a few months." But that's—" Be quiet! Don't argue with your mother." She says in that stern voice again. "Read my lips, son..."She runs her tongue over those very succulent lips..."We are doing this. Every. Fucking..