She was standing in front of them between the sofa and the TV. One of the men was now fucking the girl up the ass while she continued to suck on the o...ther guy."Neat, huh" Jim said as he grabbed her hand and sat her on the couch between them. "You like this don't you," he continued and placed his hand on her thigh."What are you doing?" she only sounded a little disgusted."I saw your pretty leg, so I went for it," he replied.Then she felt a second hand on her other thigh. She gulped. Both hands. As light began to show through the drawn curtains Mary's nose picked up the smell of bacon cooking. She immediately realized how hungry she was. She hadn't eaten in over 24 hours. Very carefully she moved her eyes trying to find the source of the smell. Soon she smelled eggs, toast and coffee too.From her position on the floor she could not see the kitchen. The dining room was visible and soon there was movement there. Straining her eyes she saw Mrs. Evans (the maid) hobbling around setting the. I pull my pants down to use the toilet to pee and yeah, you know, Angel doesn’t leave. She’s still arguing, about what, I don’t know, blah, blah, blah. Angel carries on blabbing.” “Wow Carmyn, this is really better than a soap opera, better than Desperate Housewives. Way better if you ask me. Peeing is good. Nice detail. Makes your story so realistic. A very Lucien Freud like detail to add in. He just died yesterday by the way.” The mention of the passing of one of the century’s greatest. ‘Hello.’ It took one word to convey her misery. ‘I should have called back,’ I said. ‘I wish you had.’ ‘I’m sorry,’ I said. She hesitated, then pressed ahead. ‘I apologize for what I said.’ ‘Don’t,’ I said. ‘It wasn’t your fault. Aaron needs no one but himself to fuck me over. I hate that word. I shouldn’t use it.’ I said, ‘Why do you stay married to that . . . that . . .’ ‘Cocksucker?’ ‘Yes!’ I exclaimed, laughing. ‘Exactly!’ Irene laughed then and suddenly I felt a hundred–a thousand–times.