You’ll probably want a bath – you’re cold and wet. In the bathroom, steam curled invitingly from the piping hot water. She appeared at the doo.... There you go – clean towels and use my bathrobe. Something to eat – drink? As he filled the kettle and put some bread in the toaster he thought about the girl. Who was she? He’d found her nearly forty minutes ago and she still hadn’t said a single word. Strange. Maybe she was mute, or deaf, or something. And those eyes…All the while she was. ‘How are you, Pearl?’ ‘I’m all right,’ she began in a distant voice. ‘My father and I were never close, which is not unusual for a father and a daughter, I imagine. I remember flickers of kindness and joviality when I was small, but none after I reached the age of eight. Mother didn’t pay much attention to me, either, they sent me to a boarding school. They sent Opal as well, so I wouldn’t be lonely. When we came back, all there was for me was the library. Needlepoint never interested me, but. Whats there to do? Hold on, lemme call my mom. She said. Yeah, Mom? Its Mary. Is dad back home yet? Where is he? Oh, police stuff. No, Im at Starbucks. What time are you getting back? Okay, see you next week then. When she said next week, my heart jumped. My place. Moms in St. Louis. Dads gonna crash it late, but neither of my parents know that I know. How long do we got? Till two-ish. Sounds awesome. After a while of driving, we pulled up to her place. I was nervous, but I knew I was in. She wasasserting her female sexual dominance by feeding me theessence of her fucking with the virile stranger. Shefound it very exciting to think of a man licking herpussy after she had a load deposited there. She thought it made her feel sexy and would prove thatI really loved her. She was giving me a chance to makeher happy. The bitter salty taste of their mingledjuices was proof of what had happened. She wasdemonstrating beyond doubt that he had in fact fuckedher and that she had loved.