She had just been here on Friday, her normal day. She was five or six months into her pregnancy, and she looked exhausted when I walked in.“What did...Mom do to you?” I asked.“Nothing, I’m having a bad day is all. I ache all over and my feet are killing me.”“Stop what you’re doing and go take a hot shower. When you come out I’ll give you a massage,” I ordered her. “Do you prefer vanilla or lilac massage oil?”I could tell she wanted to, but something was holding her back. Finally she seemed to. I walked up the porch steps to the door, jiggled the key in the tricky lock, with a little luck I got it to unlock on the first try. The cabin was bigger than it looked from the outside. It was only twenty by twelve, but the sixteen foot ceiling made it feel open. I put Leo's bag down and took the two steps down into the sunken living room. The living room made up the entire floor. A giant console television sat in the center of the wall facing the door, it was surrounded by an old plaid. He pulled her close and took deep breaths against her neck and shoulder. "I love the way you smell."The tickling breath made her squirm and push against his chest. "Stop!"He leaned back to take her in with a grin. "Good morning. How'd you sleep?" Like a rock. How about you?" My first good night in a while," he said with a shrug.She traced his face with her fingers. There was a gentleness in his eyes that balanced the strength she saw there. She also saw something else, something that pulled her. She tired to scream but it didn't make enough noise for anyone but me to hear. It sounded like music to me. Sarah got up to run away but and pulled her down on the floor and used my fat weight to hold her there while she used all her energy trying to fight me and get away. I got some scratches on my face from her but she eventually got tired and couldn't fight anymore. Her long blonde hair was all tangled and her pretty face was red and sweating. I grabbed her boobs and squeezed them a few.