“Apologize to him.“Yes, my Master,” I said, sucking in a deep breath. This was so humiliating. So embarrassing. I hated apologizing, and admitti...g I was wrong. “Mr. Myers, I am humbly sorry for blackmailing you and setting you up. I was a greedy sow. A disgusting bitch.” I fell to my knees, looking up at him. “And to show you how sorry I am, I am willing to do anything to make it up for you.“Anything.”“Anything?”“Slave, strip out of the lying garment,” my husband growled. “Show him what you. Lauren was gone. Instead there was Granny gyrating her hips inappropriately. “It’s been a long time since I’ve released the spawn of the Devil.” Granny sighed while re-arranging the layers of clothing covering her crotch. Stan wished he could move; anything to avoid the sight which was currently being burnt into his memory. If only he could at least close his eyes. Was that a gusset? Or something much, much worse? “I think I’ll have to change me knickers.” Granny scratched herself in a manner. . She stopped, what could she call it? Another shiver pulsed her body as she admitted it was love. Not the same love she gave Tommy, not one excluding any other! But they had tacitly agreed it would stay 'lovers apart'! Why was he here?Suddenly feeling foolish, she sat down to read the rest of the message. He wasn't here to see her, he didn't know she was in this town. And this was across the country from her home. The sudden tears caught her totally by surprise. Why did she feel so devastated!. Pushing some of his Mother's work out of the way he sat at the kitchen table and picked up some of the papers. With increasing interest he realised that these were his Mother's bank details... her current account, savings, the whole lot. Ben looked at the figures with furrowed brow.Then looked at them again.He studied the ledger his Mum still used, that had a couple of printed out spreadsheets hastily pasted inside it.These numbers didn't add up. He checked the tax returns. His maths wasn't.