Susan shrugged again, a smaller, long haired version of Tom, dismissingall women as inscrutable. What was I going to do with her when shestarted, you ...know, getting like her older sister? There was plenty of timeto worry about that I hoped.Tom wondered in, dressed to go out in khaki slacks and a thick flannelshirt that suggested he'd just rolled up his sleeves to chop some firewood(It comes in bundles from the store.) The neat creases in pants and shirttold the true story to anyone who could see. A girl I'd never met before was sitting on the top stair, a little worse for wear, playing with a ladder in her tights and looking totally pissed off.She was about 19 or 20 and was wearing a short brown skirt and tan tights, over very white legs. She looked all sorry for herself and so I asked what was up. She told me she'd stumbled in the garden and laddered her tights after a row with her mate, who had snogged some lad that she had fancied.I said she'd be better off without the tights on as. .. I mean it!? He orders as he lets the gag drop to the floor, splashing in the puddle of urine. ?Now that we’ve already been intimate I think it’s time for a little understanding between us.? Leaning closer to her face, cupping her chin, he quietly speaks. ?You’re going to be mounted like this until I’m done with you? Do everything I say? And I mean everything? And just maybe I won’t torture you quite so bad!? Watching her widening eyes, appreciating the terror of what she’s trying. “I’ve already seen it!” Beverley giggled, when the girls looked askance at her Beverley continued, “I have had some weird dreams for years. I’ve, I’ve made love to all of you in this house, in my dreams that is.”Alice and Sally blushed and giggled at Beverley’s comment, they both found themselves looking at the older girl and imagining making love to her.Morgan held open the door and ushered the red faced women into their new house. He knew the house wasn’t completely finished yet but the.