” I wasn’t sure I fully shared her enthusiasm but I was glad things were working out for her.“The thing is, I wondered how you would feel about ...oving to London? I mean Jill would have to agree and everything – and Sally too, I guess, but, well, I’d quite like to have you around again.”“And you need someone to keep house. Don’t you have time with your new job?”“Maybe but there’s plenty I could choose from if I just wanted a new house boy. I thought things worked OK with us before. You’d find. He could put away his frustration and anger when he was around others and only let it out when he was alone. It wasn't a healthy outlet for his feelings and Susan worried about that.The fact the Esmi didn't know for certain about Brock and Chastity's break up further convinced Susan that Esmi only saw the person Brock wanted her to see.That was part of the problem the girls had with Brock. They never really knew when they were getting on his nerves or causing him frustration until it reached a. Finally I heard the grandfather clock in the living room strike 4 a.m. The sky would soon begin to lighten. Mum should be deeply asleep at this time. I quietly made my way to her bedroom. The door opened noiselessly and I slipped in. It was a hot night and Mum had thrown the covers off. She was lying on her back wearing a thin nighty. Her legs were apart. The white flesh of her thighs was smooth. Her breasts rose and fell slightly with each breath. She wasn't wearing knickers and her lower part. I can’t bare your scorn. Not now, not ever.” I got up to try to gather some clothing all the while willing myself not to burst into tears when Mike forcefully said, “Shut the fuck up and lay your slutty ass back down. Do you think I am letting you go anywhere? Fat fucking chance! Do you know how many guys dream of having a hot little fuck whore like you? Well, I don’t really know if they do or not but who gives a fuck. I have myself the hottest, nastiest little slut that anyone could ever hope.