Perkin’s wet, matted fur between her legs.“You need to understand that a HARD boy is a Good boy. In my presence, you must be naked and hard ALWAYS.... Being hard for me is how you show your gratitude and appreciation. Should you selfishly go soft, as you are right now, I will be forced to treat you like a girl.”I stopped licking her and lifted my face.“Like a girl?” I asked.“Yes” She replied, “Like a little girl who only has holes to pleasure others.”I must have looked shocked so she added:“But. "It was about eight twenty when I finally knocked on his door. My wife had our door cracked, listening."Hey man what you up to?" I asked."Just doing some laundry." Glen said carrying a basket down to the basement."You mind if I tag along?" Not at all." he replied.I knew my wife was lingering around the corner listening to me when I asked, "Hey, you know that thing we did Sunday? I sure hope I didn't make you feel awkward, but to be honest I really want to do it again. What about you? Would you. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above. ***** Part 1 – A New Life Author’s note: this story could be called ‘Interlude’, it’s just a bridge between the last set of stories and what will be the final push to the confrontation with the Consultant of Crime.. Another man in the house, especially this house, changed its dynamics. This new relationship between the two men was based on something neither she nor her sister understood but as long as both sisters was happy… Bethany Rose went upstairs and knocked on her sister’s door. ‘Eliza! Wake your sorry self up and get downstairs! It’s almost eight o’clock!’ When there was no answer, she opened the door and turned on the light. Her sister didn’t answer because she had taken John in her mouth and was.