Standing up, he made his way to the fridge, from which he withdrew a can of beer. His thoughts were, ‘If I can get drunk in the ten minutes before s...he gets here, it’ll be bearable.’ But it was to no avail. He had only finished half the can before the doorbell rang. He managed to hurriedly down the rest of it, something that made him feel sick, and throw the can in the bin before he strolled grumpily to the door. He dragged his feet, but no amount of procrastination would make the babysitter go. I replied really can you ? she replied yes , and said i am very sorry because of me you loose your concentration.And she told me don’t go to the college tomorrow. !!! I accepted her advice, and i didn’t go to the college saying i am not feeling well so my mother told me to consult the doctor. My brother went to the office , and my mother went to my aunty’s appartment for a A.P.. now only three persons were in the home, ( i , my sister in-law and my 5 months old nephew ) . I was laying in my bed. She did the same with the house. The office and the house really became hers. Jan liked it that way. She liked to be in control. She needed to be. No mother fucker was ever going to control her again like her grandfather or that piece of shit boy friend of her mother’s, or was it two? Jan worked long hours those first few months getting the office and house organised. When she got home, she liked to have a few drinks. Bob didn’t drink anymore but Bill did. Bill was a full on alcoholic. He. After he came, he leaned against my back for a moment, before pulling out and sprawling onto his seat. I knelt there, waiting. ?Kala?? I turned, sitting up and facing him, I gave him a smile; I’m a slave, my own enjoyment must be subordinate. He smiled back. ?Alright slave, there’s a wastebasket by the front doors, take the condom, gently please,? he said it with a laugh in his voice, nervousness gone when I hadn’t objected, ?you can wash your hands out back, there’s a pump.? I nodded my.