Their bodies were covered in sweat and the room smelled of sex. Tom was the first to get up as he realized he was laying in his mum’s wet patch on t...he floor. “My cock is so fucking sore,” he said as he made his way to the bath room. He just got to the door when his mother said, “That’s because you fucked me the way I like it, hard, real hard, like a slut. I love you both and thanks for giving me the fucking I needed and I hope that you want to fuck me again, soon.” Sharon asked if she was. You were brought into the visiting room and saw your grandmother out of place in here in her expensive powder blue suit. She told you that she had known you were innocent but was unable to come before until your grandfather, the family patriarch, had died. In low whispers she told you that she had set you up a numbered bank account, and although she could do nothing directly to help me that if I ever got out I could find help at the lake house where I spent many years as a child. Feeling hope. I was never sexually attracted to your father, but I tried. I tried so hard, because he's a godly Christian man, and I thought ... I believed that if I had faith, God would give me a healthy, natural desire for my husband, and that would be all of the lust that I needed in that sense, that the Lord would by some miracle change my nature. He hasn't, Jake. He hasn't once, not in all these years of marriage. I prayed so many times for Him to give me my heart's desire, to be a straight,. "Some sort of Whitehall flap?" he asked of one of the secretaries as she scurried by."No idea," she said. "All I know is the Ambassador is in a right state. Oh, and he was looking for you." I can't have upset the Trade Minister this much," Gerry thought. "And I don't think I've given Suzie any real cause for complaint." He went in search of the Ambassador and found him in Suzie's office."Ah!" Sir Patrick exclaimed on seeing him. "Good. Come on. We're going to Miss Berkham's apartment." Gerry.