My heart wanted to pull her into my arms while my head said it was only a matter of time before she left me again. Finally, I told her, "Karen, I have...'t kicked at anyone except maybe Charlie. I will work with you on our English project. You betrayed my trust. I learned a very harsh lesson. I don't want another. If I let you come back to me now, I will just be waiting for you to leave again. It takes only an instant to betray trust but time to rebuild it."I will see you in class in, " I looked. Then she heard him step into the lukewarm water of the basin. For several seconds it was quiet, then she heard her father let loose a long guttural grunt. Routine splashing followed for several minutes and then all was quiet again. Susannah was innocent and did not understand the implications of the auditory clues she had been witness too. About an hour after she heard her father climb into bed she finally welcomed the sweet nothingness of sleep.The next morning, Susannah woke early and slipped. He lifted his bed mattress and pulled out Irving Wallace’s “The Second Lady”. We both sat on the bed, propping our backs against the wall. For those of you who have read this novel, there’s a hot scene you’ll remember. The fake president’s wife in bed with the president. WE both began reading the scene, and I had a massive erection in my pants. “God, I feel like masturbating”, I breathed. “How do you do that?” Saradindu asked. In reply, I unbuckled my pant and reached inside my underwear and. “Mother,” Kushini purred, her arousal so strong now. I bet she was aching to fuck one of her guards right here on the bloody floor, to roll in the gore as she writhed in passion.“And dear Malakisha.”“Noble aunt,” I nodded, giving the heir due respect for her poise.Bakiir’s sword stabbed into the guts of the only slave-soldier between him and Rushina. The woman screamed in pain, blood bubbling from her lips. He kicked her off his weapon and drew back his sword to strike down my aunt.Rushina.