Well, she used to. ‘You have to get up, please get up.’ she heard the voice crying from far away. She didn’t want to get up. Why? What was ther...e to get up to? She had lost everything! The fire had swept through the entire building, everything was ash. She could feel the tears choking her, her chest tight and she found it difficult to breath, even her beloved ‘Punjab’, he was her mother’s cat for God’s sake. She sat up abruptly and took the deepest breath she had taken in a long time. The fresh. Utterly drained, she gasped for breath as she pushed matted curls of dark brown hair past her sweaty forehead.As they lay together in the slowly cooling air of their bedroom, Lucy pondered the problem of her Satyric boyfriend. Exactly what I want, she considered, is a less rapacious lover. If only there was some way I could get his mind off sex. Just a little bit, at least. * Lucy sat gingerly in her office chair the next day, last night’s lovemaking still causing her to ache, and thought. But the fact that I didn’t have a rubber saved me an even worse fate because she could truthfully tell her mom and dad she was still a virgin. That might be the only reason I’m alive and grounded instead of buried in her parents’ garden never to be seen again.”More laughter.“You are hilarious, Steve. And I’m going to find a way to get with you and finish what we started on Saturday.”I was doomed.“Also, Mom talked to me a long time without Dad. She told me she was pretty sure I was sexually. He knew that the sensation he had felt would come in handy as soon as he was left alone in the house with Elle's used panties and his filthy imagination.He headed up to the second floor and deposited the bags in Kath's childhood bedroom. There was a brass double bed with a floral duvet, and every wall and horizontal surface held some item from when Kath was younger.He headed downstairs, past the open door next to Kath's room where he could see Elle's large four poster bed, and into the kitchen..