"No, but it was extremely risky. If we got caught I might be sent away." You can come and live with me. I've got half a pillow to share," offered Rosa...ee."At least let's arrange a time-share like he was going between his father and his mother on alternate weeks. Oh! Sorry, I wasn't thinking." It's okay. I'm over their deaths; it's been a while now." I indicated I was pulling into a rest stop; it was empty for the moment."I apologise, I believe we are a little over a third of the 'private'. ' "It's a new life for you, Lu. Desdemona was beautiful. She's the ideal of womanhood."My agent thought (and I privately agreed) that it was too dramatic. We settled on 'Lydia," although now I can't remember why or where it came from, but it had a nice ring to it. Nathan still called me Des when we were alone.My parents still called me Lucy.My parents never wanted me to act, and I know that they secretly assumed it was a phase. Something I'd get out of my system and grow past. Do something. And that's how its been for the last three years, with her life getting progressively more difficult. Over the last three years she had starved herself down to 98lbs for him as He got progressively fatter. She had learned to bend and stretch her body in such ways for Him that she was practically a contortionist. She endured His sexual torments and abuse, learning all the ways He expected to be pleased, and almost just as important all the ways He expected her to suffer. With virtually no gripe. Grunting like a boar he unloaded into my arse a minute or so later. Afterward, we moved through to the veranda and had a smoke. While doing so, I asked him about his reference to me leaving on Sunday and also, about the use of the pronoun, ‘we’ that he had used.“Firstly, let me apologise for being presumptuous. Do you have any plans for tomorrow?” Hector inquired.“No, none,” I answered.“Well, then I would like to invite you to stay with me till your parents return on Sunday,” he suggested.“That.