How the fuck could you live as the wife of a con for all those years if you didn't like it?" he finished."I just did what I had to, to survive. I had ...to get away from you and Eddie! I had to!" I screamed back at him."Well you know what? I don't fucking care either way! You're my whore; you work for me, and you do what I say!" Steve continued to yell into my face."I know that you know how to please the punters 'cause I've seen you do it, and that's exactly what you are going to do!" he paused. How’s it going?’ she said, toweling her blonde hair dry. ‘Pretty good, Cyn. Say, has Marcus been around here lately?’ Marsha asked. She was oblivious to the fact that Cynthia was painfully aware that her cargo pants had slid down again, exposing both of her pelvic ridges and a nice expanse of skin under her belly button. Cynthia shook her head with the motion of her towel, clamping her eyes shut, trying to force the arousal from her body before her nipples tented the flimsy material. ‘Haven’t. "So I'll see you Friday then." Yeah I'm looking forward to it already." Well is he coming," my mother asked."Yes he wants to come," I said going back into the kitchen."Ok I'll call Sandy who's looking after the tickets and order anothertwo, I'm looking forward to it should be a good night." Yeah well just make sure you get your cover stories right," I said asshe went to use the telephone.On the Wednesday I was sitting at home when my mother came home earlyafternoon. She made herself a coffee. Now, I cannot possibly live in this marriage and my relationship with my son will go down the drains. All my sacrifices for the last two years have come to a naught. What am I supposed to do now?[Saying that Andrew walked out of the room and left Donna to deal with a handful of irate and shocked parents]Act 2[In the plush office of Sam, where Sam and Donna are sitting and talking]Donna — I am sure that Andy will divorce me now. I want you to divorce your wife and set up household with me. Oh.