‘Come check out my band,’ Beverly said in a mock-macho voice, before turning her sweet smile back on. ‘And let me guess, tattoos? Tattered jeans... Green hair?’ ‘Two out of three,’ Tracy pouted, ‘No one has green hair anymore, Nana.’ ‘Oh really? I thought it was ‘classic’.’ Beverly teased, causing Tracy to giggle. ‘I hate it when you’re right.’ ‘I know, dear. Don’t take the easy road. Take your time and get to know this William, or anyone else not looking for an easy hook-up.’ ‘Nana!’ Tracy. Eventually he released her, leaving her gasping for breath, ribbons of cum that had escaped her mouth running down onto her chin. Her bra had fallen when she grabbed him and the spunk had dripped onto her tits.“Now get yourself cleaned up and come down for tea,” he ordered, “Mum and Dad are going out this evening, we can talk then, but no more of this histrionics, you’re my slut and there’s no backing out now, anyway, admit it, you wanted me.” With that he left her bedroom, closing the door. As I sat waiting for my meal lost deep in my thoughts, I vaguely heard the front door chimes tinkle as another customer entered. A shadow fell across my table and a body slid into the booth. I looked up and Katy stared me right in the eyes."I knew that I would find you eating somewhere, you prick. What did you do to me last night?" She demanded."What did I do? You fricking raped me!" I yelled in the loudest whisper I could muster.She sat back like I had slapped her in the face. "I raped you?". " 'Is that a ruse or real? And how would I be dressed?' Gerry was not sure. "Emma, your handbag is in your room, I don't think we need coats. Rosemaryand I will just clear up here." OK Aunty." Suspicious he went to his room and sure enough there was ahandbag filled with useful things including a purse full of money and themakeup he was wearing. He checked that he looked OK in the mirror, thegloss had kept his lips intact so he gave them another coat of gloss justin case and ran a brush though.