"GO!" Mr. Senders yelled after a moment.The girl just stared at him. "But ... what about ... my lessons?"The man shook his head. "Just get the fuck ou...t of here, you stupid slut. My dick doesn't get hard for you anymore and I'm out of friends to share you with. No one likes a used up little slut like you. So just go."Alina, whose pussy was sopping with the expectation of sex, awkwardly dressed herself."M ... mister Senders?" she asked before pulling on her shirt. What are you doing? she thought. The light shone brightly onto her, revealing all to her husband.Sophie, feeling extreme embarrassment and shame, resorted to attack as a form of defence; "well what do you expect she said angrily, you fuck me for five minutes and go to sleep. I need more than that, much more."There was a brief exchange of nasty words before Sophie broke down into sobbing tears. Her husband, melting at her tearful distress, forgot everything and began comforting her so that soon everything settled down and no. Even worse, she felt afraid of confronting hergrandchild. Kelly and she had an even rockier relationship than she hadwith her daughter. Not that Kelly would be actively disrespectful, butAmanda knew that the child regarded her as something of an ogre."Go ahead, you goddam drunk," Amanda muttered and started up thestairs.***In the food court, a group of musicians began tuning up on thebandstand. Two guys with electric guitars and a woman with a keyboard.The wide patio between the eateries filled. ."Jim's eyes glazed over, and his face began to have a dazed expression on it. The car continued traveling down the road. The Jazz music playing went totally unnoticed. "Susan... so beautiful... getting dressed... how I'd love to watch her dress... Sweet as the flowers, they smell so nice... in the morning... her playful smiles... catching a glimpse of a bare leg, in the slit of her skirt..."Jim sighed deeply, his heart slowing down way below its usual beat rate. "How sweet her skin used to.