"No, not yet. I want to go to your job for a while.Figure out what's going on there. You've been there for more than amonth and haven't screwed things... up yet. I'd like to keep the steadypaychecks coming for a while."Stephanie shrugged. "Whatever floats your boat, mother. But what am Igoing to do all day? Why don't you have video games or something, like anormal kid your age?" Well, son, it's like this. A, we can't afford a game system, and B, Ialways thought I was being smart by doing more. We picked up one or two things she wanted, books and so on, and she checked the phone. There were several messages for her, all from the Pastor of 'her' church.When we got home and out of our gear, she turned to me. "I must ring Pastor Grey," she said, "but I'm a bit nervous. Hold my hand?"She used my land-line. With hindsight, I ought to have bought her a cheap mobile."Pastor Grey? Rose-Marie Burnham ... yes, I'm fine, I'm sorry you've been worried ... I got lonely in the house on my own and. 'I wonder what Greg looks like getting on the plane?' “You look like a cheap whore coming home from a three day fuck fest.” As Dan spoke, something in his psyche snapped; he grabbed his wife by the arm roughly. “You’ve been giving your pussy to Greg for three days; now I’m taking mine.” He ripped Laura’s halter from her chest and led her into the house. Less than a minute after the front door closed, it opened again. Laura’s shorts and panties flew out to join her top. Dan slapped his wife’s. No to her shame, it was William's urgent touch. The thoughts faded as soon as he spoke."Come on Mary, move thy self, or you will be late for the Reverend." Thomas chided from the bedroom door."I may not go to the vicarage today Thomas my love." She replied."Why are thee ill Mary?" Thomas asked, his grey eyes showing naught but concern."I am..." Mary coughed, "I am unsure if I should ever return there Thomas."Thomas crossed the room and sat on the edge of their bed, he stroked back his almost.