The next few days were uneventful, or at least less eventful than previously. Marcy’s painful body began to heal, and, with the exception of an occ...asional spanking on her buttocks or her breasts, for what were truly trumped up offenses, she was left alone. Of course she still had not a stitch of clothing to wear, but other than keeping her busy working, both Edna and Ernie left her alone.Chapter 6About a week after the barn was finished, Edna decided they should ask young Sam over to dinner. . I was mostly Michael when I took my father to oneside and explained that my mother wanted another baby to keep heroccupied with both Robert and I away, and when it penetrated his thickskull what that meant, he went off with a gleam in his eye that wasn'textinguished easily, and for ages afterwards Mum looked happier than I'dseen her!I chose my old University, but I was put off the Geography because ofMiss Roberts, and decided on English. There was a rationale to this, aswhen I was mainly. Her bow dances across the cello strings and we begin trading jazz improvisations back and forth across the courtyard. Her tone is by turns confident, defiant and toward the end suffused with melancholy. As the first rays of dawn pierce the inky black sky above us, we fall silent.Setting the cello aside, she turns to face me. Her breasts and taut pink nipples glow in the diffuse morning light. In the gap between her legs, the narrow V of a white cotton thong is clearly visible.Her face is nordic. ”“And who knows you’re a slut. You’ve not lost any friends over it have you. Your colleagues at work don’t know and probably never will. I say again, what goes on behind closed doors stays there. Yes, you are a slut but you’re my slut and love you just the same.”“Do you. It’s not that John, it’s me, it has affected me and I don’t know what or how to accept it. I will never do it again, never. This is the end to it I do not want to talk about it anymore.”Angie glared at me daring me to challenge.