”“It rained sometimes.”“We swam.”“We made love on the beach.”“We missed you.”That was the story of their week—their honeymoon. All...I heard was how they missed us.I was content to continue in my hectic life, learning a new art form but not creating any art. I hadn’t felt inspired since the night I painted Hope. I could convince myself that I was still working on art because I was learning something. It was a thin deception.Just as I’d accepted my violent racquetball practices as sport.Lissa. " But I have nothing to wear!" said Susan with horror."You look wonderful just the way you are. You mustn't change athing."Susan could not refuse the handsome debonair brain surgeon, eventhough she had a deep and dark secret and a few minutes laterthey were in a taxi heading for a swish restaurant in the WestEnd."Ah Mr Um Smith, nice to see you at our little restaurantagain," said Luigi as he led the couple over to a secludedcorner table.Susan sat down in the dimly lit restaurant and marvelled. I... wanna fuck you." He gyrated his hips, trying to force his cock inside her willing pussy as it glided over her slit. "Please let me fuck you mom."Rebecca smiled with his impatience. She stole a look at the door. Although she couldn't see anything but she was sure that by now Sam would be standing right at the door stroking his cock in anticipation, his eyes glued to the opening between the doors which she had left deliberately."Be patient honey... you'll get your reward." She let his cock. After a week, they sent me home and boy was it good to be back home again. My own bed felt so much better that the hospital bed with those plastic sheets that made you hot and sweaty. The doctors and nurses told mama that she and my sisters would have to exercise me and gave us a lot of papers that explained what to do.I just lied there and took it like a man, well like a little boy actualy ... mainly because there was nothing else I could do. Still it felt good to be back in my own bed again..