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Preface

This story is the first instalment of the "Growing Pains"
universe and shows Rhea Williams struggling to address her
partner's infidelity and financial mismanagement

This story is set in May 2008.

The "Growing Pains" universe is a set of stories that centres
around the life of Andy Williams and all those who got to know
him as he grows up. While everything may not be totally clear, it
will be the time the Universe is all released as more back story
is revealed.

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Chapter I

The five year old stood at the very top of the climbing frame and
folded her arms defiantly. "No," she shouted with a steely
determination.

"Come on. It is going to rain," the young mother repeated but the
girl sneered at her mother standing akimbo ten feet below.

"Mummy, not coming down," the young girl shouted stubbornly. "Not
been here long enough."

Rhea scowled at her errant offspring. "Izzy. You will come down
now," she shouted firmly but the girl shook her head resolutely.

"You can't make me," the girl teased and Rhea Williams sighed. It
was not the first time her daughter had been disobedient and
naughty and her hot-headed stubborn nature, that sometimes
bordered on malevolence, mirrored her own personality with
worrying accuracy. She looked at her watch: it was half-past four
and her partner, Izzy's father, would be home shortly; she needed
to start cooking dinner.

Rhea looked around the deserted adventure playground and
rationalised. Her daughter was out of reach, she was too high up,
but eventually she would get bored, surely?

"If you don't come down now, we won't come back," Rhea threatened
and Izzy snarled.

"We come here 'cause I drive you crazy," the young girl
responded, repeating a well-worn accusation often thrown at her
by the exasperated mother.

The 5ft 6in Rhea tried bribery, offering the infant "a trip to
the newsagents to get a chocolate bar" which was firmly rejected.

"Try harder, Mummy," the five year old teased and moved to the
highest part of the climbing frame. "Can't get me." Rhea tried
blackmail, coercion, threats, bribery again and then pure anger,
but eventually she gave up and had to climb onto the metal frame
in the pouring rain to retrieve her corybantic daughter and drag
her onto solid ground. Izzy got a smack on the back of her legs
for her wilful disobedience, but this did not seem to bother her
in the slightest as she gleefully jumped from puddle to puddle on
the way home.

Rhea thought heavily as she escorted her daughter through the
pouring rain. She desperately wished Simon, her long-term
partner, would manage to spend a bit more time at home; Izzy was
always better behaved when he was around. She knew his job was
very demanding, but she did have a lot of work to do herself -
housework, childcare and a 30-hour a week job - and she wondered
if he knew how much she did?

* * * * *

The sounds of flesh slapping together echoed around the small
office, but Simon didn't care. The eighteen year-old sales
assistant squealed as his thick cock rammed into her tight, slick
opening. She briefly opened her eyes on his desk but, the ceiling
light directly above he was too bright and she closed them again.

Alison groaned loudly as her deputy manager rubbed her clitoris
with his thumb. Her legs began to quiver and her fingers dug into
the side of the wooden desk.

Simon groaned as he exhaled sharply, the internal muscles of the
young girl was clamping down on his cock wonderfully. He was
nearing his climax, he began pumping into the girl faster and
faster, the table shaking the last few documents onto the floor.

Alison cried out in ecstasy, her body convulsing as the waves of
immoral pleasure swept through her. Simon grabbed hold of her
hips and pivoted into her faster than before. Her muscles gripped
his cock and he moaned as he pumped his seed into the condom.

They stayed for a brief moment, savouring the aftershocks and
then slowly disentangled themselves. "We made a mess of your
office," Alison said surveying the wreckage with her wild hair
and smudged make-up.

"S'ok," the Deputy Manager said with a grin. "It'll clean up."

Alison smoothed out the white blouse of her uniform and picked up
her skirt from the floor. Simon grinned as she looked for her
knickers and he picked them up off the pot plant in the corner of
the room.

"A keepsake?" Simon asked and Alison blushed. Rumours of Simon's
womanising had swept around the office, but she never expected
the handsome Deputy Manager to be interested in her. She was
blown away when he asked her on a date two months previous and
still could not believe that he was with her, although their
snatched rendezvouses were always sexual.

Of course, he still lived with his long-term partner, but she
didn't make him happy; he had told her on one of their dates and
he was planning to leave her. Alison had let him know that she
wanted him to move in with her and he had let her believe that
one day she would be Mrs Matheson and have children, and all
would be well. "So honey," Alison asked as she smoothed out the
navy skirt. "When are you going to move in with me?"

Simon flinched and sucked in his lips. "I don't know babe, it's
not great right at the moment, but soon. Real soon."

"But you do love me, don't you?"

Simon gave a grin and nodded. "Yeah, of course I do." It was
almost too easy.

Alison skipped out of the office and he leant up against the wall
of his small office in the flagship Watford store of his northern
Supermarket chain. His office was a mess, and he better tidy it
up. It wouldn't do much for his job if the elderly Store Manager
came in to see him with the room in this state. Grudgingly, he
started retrieving documents, pens, staplers and knickers that
had been scattered around his desk.

He could do nothing about the faint smell of human arousal and
sweat in this room; he could hardly leave the window open
overnight, but did his best with some peach air freshener that
masked it significantly.

Simon looked at the clock and swore: he was going to be late home
and Rhea would kill him. Scampering out of his office, he ran
through the warehouse, grabbing a cheap bottle of wine on the way
through and made it to his car in the manager's car park,
ensuring he dumped the used condom, wrapped in tissue paper, in
the outside bin.

He would not have wanted to explain that to Rhea if she had found
that!

Chapter II

"You're late," Rhea shouted from the kitchen. Simon ignored her
and went into the small lounge and greeted his daughter who was
watching television.

"Hey trouble," Simon said as he bounded into the room and picked
up his daughter. He threw Izzy into the air and caught her before
spinning her 'round in circles. Izzy giggled uncontrollably.

Rhea appeared with a couple of letters addressed to them both,
and kissed him on the cheek. "Hi hun. These came for you."

Simon took them and forced a smile. Rhea noticed the hesitancy
and scowled slightly. "Any problems?"

Simon shook his head quickly. "Oh no. But you know banks. Every
twenty seconds, here's a statement. Anyway, how was your day?"

Rhea glowered at her dogmatic daughter who had wrapped her tiny
arms around her father's waist. "Fine until this one started in
the park."

"Oh, Izzy," Simon said to their daughter, who feigned ignorance
at the suggestion she had been badly-behaved, and Simon passed a
bottle of wine to his partner who kissed him in appreciation.

"It's not chilled but it will do. We got Lasagne for tea, and I'm
dishing in two minutes, go wash your hands and get changed," Rhea
told them and Simon took Izzy, and the letters, upstairs.

* * * * *

Simon leant over the couch and Rhea wrapped her arms around her
soaking wet partner after he came out of the bathroom. He had
been having showers when he returned from work recently and
complained vociferously about his office being too hot in the
Summer weather, but she preferred his manly smell to that of the
teenage shower gel he often bought. He was 24 not 14, but his
choice of bathroom products belied this fact.

Simon kissed his partner in their lounge as he came out of the
bathroom. She massaged his tongue with hers and slid her hands
down his flanks, cupping his rear through the towel, squeezing
the worn cotton.

"I love you," she whispered in his ear and slid off the sofa onto
her knees. She pushed the towel, wrapped around his waist, open
and gave her lover's cock a few strokes with her fist, gripped
tightly around his inflating member.

Simon groaned. Rhea could always make him feel special, and her
firm grip of his dick sent shockwaves through his loins. Rhea
slid her hands around Simon's thighs and grabbed hold of his
buttocks. She squeezed them and then brought her lover closer to
her, and slipped his cock in her mouth.

Rhea lovingly slurped on Simon's cock, bobbing up and down the
shaft. She had taught herself how to deep throat using the
Internet and practising on her dildo a couple of years ago and
surprised him with it on their "anniversary," but the act of
doing so always drove him wild.

Rhea pushed her tongue out as far it would go, opened her mouth
and slid Simon's member up to the hilt. Her tongue brushed up
against Simon's balls and she started massaging his cock with her
throat muscles. His pubic hair tickled her nose; he must get the
cut, she thought.

Simon grunted, and mewed while panting. While Rhea's mouth
bounced up and down on Simon's manhood, her fingers inched along
his buttocks and reached his rosebud. She was told by a former
girlfriend of her brother's that men loved having their ass and
perineum massaged during a blowjob, and she had tried this with
her boyfriend with relish.

Simon felt the insides of his loins ignite. His girlfriend always
gave him the most unbelievable pleasure, and had done for years.
He groaned, and grunted, mewed and moaned. Spluttering for air,
he panted as his prostate steadied his genitals for a release.

"Babe," he muttered. "Oh god, Rhea. I love you so much."

Rhea smiled and pushed down on his rosebud at the same time the
tip of her tongue waggled the head of Simon's cock.

Simon erupted and waves of semen spewed out of him and into the
willing mouth of Rhea. Rhea swallowed Simon's cum and then milked
the last few drops by squeezing his penis down his shaft with her
mouth. She never liked the taste of semen, but Simon liked her to
swallow, and making Simon happy made her happy.

Simon smiled at his lover and she looked up. "Your turn," he
muttered and lifted Rhea onto the sofa. Rhea slid down her tatty
tracksuit bottoms and he beamed at her shaven crotch. Rhea kept
herself shaved as Simon loved her without pubic hair, with the
young mother shaving herself a couple of times a week.

Simon plunged his tongue between her legs. Rhea sighed. How often
did she have to tell him that jumping straight onto her clitoris
was not pleasant? Rhea took her fingers and placed them on her
nipples herself to massage them and raised her pelvis to guide
his probing tongue away from her button and where it would be
more pleasurable.

Simon's tongue grazed along her crack and began to probe the
entrance to her hole. Rhea sighed appreciatively; it was better,
especially as she was caressing her own nipples with her thumbs
and forefingers. Simon's hands were resting on the inside of her
thighs, but he did not fondle her with them. She felt mildly
frustrated, his fingers could be stroking or touching any of her
erogenous zones but instead she was left to play with herself
while he tried to tongue her to a climax.

Rhea closed her eyes, and fantasised. She dreamt of a cowering
man underneath her whip, eagerly pleasuring her with his tongue,
for fear of being beaten. Of him submitting himself to her
desires, to her wishes, whims and wants. Of being in complete
control over him. She saw his face, a mixture of fear and lust
and she felt her body fill with warmth.

Simon's mouth had slid up her slit and her clitoris wasn't too
sensitive any more. She steadied herself, ready for the full-on
assault her boyfriend did on her pearl. He didn't used to, he
used to be gentle and an expert lover but the previous twelve
months or so, he had changed, and no longer understood how to
make love to her to drive her wild. The sex wasn't bad, but it
wasn't as it used to be, and Rhea certainly missed it.

Simon's tongue pushed forcefully onto her sensitive button and
Rhea squawked. His fierce, heavy flicks of it, were too much and
too rough. She grunted and screwed her face up, she tried to like
it, but it was too much and she couldn't take any more.

Rhea faked her orgasm, throwing herself back onto the couch
dramatically and squealing in simulated delight.

"Oh baby," she cried and beckoned her lover to leave her clit
alone. "Come here,"

Simon scooted up her body and jumped onto the couch throwing his
arms around her and kissing her. Rhea returned embrace and sighed
as Simon's erect cock touched her slippery hole.

"Go on," she whispered and Simon thrusted forwards roughly,
impaling Rhea onto his spear.

Rhea gasped. She was well lubricated, but his fairly thick cock
being jabbed into her wildly sent sparks of pain and discomfort
from her. Simon didn't see or notice Rhea's grimace and he began
pounding his cock into her.

Rhea felt better immediately. Simon's 6.5-inch cock, exploring
her womanhood, always sent electric shocks of sensual delight all
over her body. She panted and mewed as Simon grunted and groaned.

Rhea was tighter than most of the other woman, and he always
loved screwing his long-term partner, Simon was jackhammering
into her like a man possessed. Sure, he felt guilty for the other
women, but they were just sex, Rhea was love.

Rhea wrapped her legs around the waist and hips of her vigorous
lover and she groaned. Rhea kissed Simon on the side of the neck
and he threw his head back.

"Oh Rhea," he murmured and stopped thrusting as Rhea was on the
edge of her orgasm, pumping his seed into her. "That was
wonderful love," he whispered as he got off of her and then
kissed her. "Thank you."

Rhea smiled in return, glad he enjoyed it. She just wished she
had done so as well.

* * * * *

The blonde Zoe cut a slice of the home-made sponge cake and
passed it to Rhea on a plate with her coffee. "So have you seen
your brother recently?" she asked and Rhea shook her head.

"No, not for awhile. We went to the zoo before Easter and then he
met this girl so he's been quite busy," Rhea replied with a
disapproving sneer and turned her head in the direction of the
excited shouts from the garden. "Is Ezra OK?"

Zoe grinned and peered through the French doors into the garden,
watching her husband desperately trying to dodge the intentions
of Rhea's hyperactive daughter. "Yeah, he'll be fine. Do him good
to do some exercise. He spends most of the time at a computer of
some kind. Anyway, I hope that he will need the practice soon."

Rhea fidgeted and told Simon to go outside and help Ezra cope
with their mischievous offspring. He groaned in annoyance as he
put his cake and drink on the small table moaning that he never
got time to sit down in peace.

Rhea's elder brother, Andy, was close friends with both Zoe and
Ezra, and Rhea's partner Simon was Zoe's younger brother, so
although the children from the families of Williams and Matheson
had grown up together sharing many secrets, Rhea sensed Zoe would
not discuss her sex life in front of her own brother. "How's that
going?" Rhea asked as Simon sauntered out of the room and Zoe
stared at her drink.

Zoe waited for Simon to go out of earshot. "You know the doctor
put us on a regime, well that didn't work so they have tested
Ezra and I've had an ultrasound but we found out last week that's
all OK so we have to keep trying and go onto a waiting list for
IVF, but it could be years unless we stump up five grand. And
then it's less than a one in four chance of working."

Rhea looked on solemnly and Zoe sniffed. The subject of her
childlessness always made her depressed and she would be 27 in a
couple of months time. She wanted to start a family and most of
her friends and family had children, but she was being to feel
that it was looking more and more like a impossible pipedream for
her. "I'm sorry, Zoe."

"And your bloody brother didn't help. All he wanted to do was
write me and Ezra a cheque to cover it," Zoe snapped and then
looked apologetic for her outburst.

Rhea groaned. "Yeah, he is like that now. Just because he made
his fortune, he likes chucking it around. At least he means
well."

Zoe agreed, and then continued. "Well Ezra was about to accept it
and said what we didn't spend on IVF he could get a Harley with.
I was furious with them both. He came that close to sleeping on
the sofa."

Rhea chuckled. "I can imagine. They don't get it, do they?"

Zoe breathed sharply. "No, but I do need you to go and see him.
He listens to you and he is just falling apart."

Rhea snorted and managed to propel some crumbs from the cake onto
the chair. "You are joking aren't you? He never listens to me.
Anyway what is he been up to this time?"

"He is drinking. Way, way too much," Zoe replied and she swept
her hair back. "Even for him." Rhea groaned, this was a familiar
problem with her brother when he was unhappy.

"How much?" Rhea asked and Zoe bit her lip. "He had four big
whisky bottles that were empty on the side and so many tins and
bottles," she said apologetically. "And his house was a mess.
Some very unsavoury DVDs lying around and pizza boxes stacked up
high."

Rhea put her head in her hands and wiped her eyes. "He's going to
kill himself. He'll drink himself to an early grave."

"Well I tried to talk to him but he doesn't care," Zoe replied
dejectedly. "I told him that and he just told me that it was the
best thing that could happen. I just hate seeing him like that; I
just don't know what to do."

"It's the money, isn't it?" Rhea asked rhetorically. "Because he
has pots of cash in the bank, he doesn't work so he has nothing
to worry about."

Zoe sighed and shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe. He had passed out
in his lounge when I last saw him."

"What about Ezra? He listens to him," Rhea suggested. "I mean I
know you two go way back but Ezra and Andy were quite tight at
Uni." Zoe called her stocky husband in from the garden and with
Izzy attached to his legs, he struggled into the lounge, dragging
the excited toddler in with him.

"Hey, any chance you could have a chat with Andy about his
drinking?" Zoe asked and Ezra spluttered in annoyance.

"You asked me this before. Why me?"

"Because we know he will listen to you," Rhea answered. "You're
his best friend from Uni."

"You're his sister," Ezra replied pointing towards the
brown-haired girl, "and you are his best friend from College. You
two have known him for longer than I have." Zoe groaned and
pleaded with her husband. "Anyway, nothing wrong with a few
drinks."

"But it's not a few drinks," Zoe wailed.

"Are you seriously expecting me to tell one of my friends he is a
virtual alcoholic?"

Rhea nodded. "I would have chosen self-pitying twat who
destroying himself, but alcoholic is as good as any description I
suppose."

"Maybe the brutal approach is better then," Ezra suggested and
Rhea sighed.

"Ezra!" Zoe shouted. "He is your friend and he needs you."

Ezra grumbled and screwed up his face. "OK. OK. I'll arrange to
meet him in the pub after work on Tuesday."

Zoe and Rhea both groaned together.

"Why, what's wrong with that?"

* * * * *

The seated Heather squealed with delight as Simon's tongue
flicked across her clitoris. She was always horny recently and a
few kisses meant she was ready for any touches Simon was willing
to give her.

Simon enjoyed a certain reputation amongst those women at the
supermarket who engaged in vulgar, explicit chatter during their
lunch breaks. Many thought it was opprobrious conduct to be
openly engaging in sexual relations with a manager, but the few
that didn't eagerly lapped up the tales.

Theresa, a nineteen year old, part-time shelf-stacker was the
first but eleven girls had come and gone since that day almost
thirteen months previous, and his reputation of having a
decent-sized cock, and knowing how to use it, was eagerly retold
by every one of them.

Of course, Simon did not just rely on his enviable notoriety to
convince his sexual partners to join him, he often targeted
needy, susceptible, desperate or vulnerable women to receive his
affections. Heather was one such case.

She was recently divorced, and who had gained quite a few pounds
since splitting with her husband, Heather Adams (was Parker) had
confidence issues. She tried to hide it, of course, the constant
derision of the male staff around her and the deliberate attempts
to appear happy disguised a thoroughly miserable woman
underneath.

Heather was amazed when Simon took an interest in her. She knew
about the rumours, and that he normally approached young, pretty
girls who fell over themselves to get to him, and she knew he
would not want a relationship, just sex, but this suited her
fine. She had out-of-control hormones that needed satisfying.

Heather's squeals got louder and louder as Simon's tongue
assaulted her clitoris with unceremonious prods and forceful
licks. His hands slid into her sopping pussy and wiggled up
towards her G-Spot. Heather cried, squealed and then with her
body convulsing and quivering, she yelled.

"Oh fuck yes."

Simon slowed down his tickling of her G-Spot, in case anyone
heard, but Heather was enjoying herself too much. She bucked her
hips and bounced up and down on his fingers that sawed into her,
her eyes dripping with lust. He saw her rolls of fat wiggle
around her thighs and belly, and closed his eyes; he didn't want
to see that!

She gave a dirty smile at her illicit lover, her bottomless body,
drenched in sweat and bodily fluids and her brunette hair was
frizzy and unkempt.

Heather stood up as Simon moved away and she took off her size 20
shirt. "Unclip me," she told her deputy manager and Simon reached
around her large frame to unclasp her bra.

"How big are they?" Simon asked and Heather smiled.

"You like big titties do you?"

Simon's mind stuttered for a moment. He found little about
Heather sexy, and certainly preferred the thinner woman; Heather
was large, but it would destroy the charade he wanted her to have
if he told her that. He didn't want her to walk out of his office
before he had fucked her. "I love massive tits, and yours are
very sexy," he lied.

"38G," she replied and Simon forced a smile. He reached up,
pushed her against the cool wall and slid his hands underneath
her breasts, lifting them away from her body and supporting her
two massive mounds in his hands. She purred serenely as he groped
her nipples, and pulled and twisted her humongous orbs.

Heather reached down and slid her fingers into the waistband of
Simon's trousers. She felt his cock and then started massaging it
through his underpants. "Get those fucking things off," she said
and Simon stopped playing with Heather's tits so he could
unbuckle his suit trousers and slide them, along with his boxer
shorts down to his ankles and kicked off his shoes.

Simon waved his cock in front of her and she licked her lips
appreciatively. The rumours were right, Simon was well-endowed.
Of course, she had had bigger, much bigger, but it was hard to
find men who were attracted to her now and she was going to enjoy
this. She wouldn't admit it, but she had not had sex for six
months and the horniness was making her desperate. Very, very
desperate.

She pushed Simon across the office a few steps until he fell into
his chair and she slid to the floor onto her knees. She didn't
even wait for approval; and just gobbled his rigid cock into her
waiting mouth.

It has been awhile since she had given a blow-job and she swirled
her tongue around his cock in her warm, wet mouth. She sucked in
her cheeks and bobbed her head up and down his shaft. Simon
groaned. While nobody gave blow-jobs like Rhea, Heather was
pretty good.

Heather felt Simon tense up, he was desperately trying not to
come too quickly but Heather increased her pace. She sucked on
his penis frantically and her tongue darted and slid across
Simon's head. Occasionally, she would probe underneath his
foreskin and he would pant in unexpected explosions of erotic
excitement.

"I'm ..." Simon breathed. "I'm ... I'm going to."

Heather ignored his warning through a breathless pant and
continued her oral assault on his cock passionately. With a grunt
and a wave of pleasure, Simon released jets of semen into her
willing mouth. Heather was shocked at first, she had had his
warning but had forgotten what the sensation of a spewing cock
felt and tasted like.

Heather managed to swallow Simon's deposit and milked his rod to
get the last bit of semen. Simon laid back in his chair, his
hands gripping the leather cushion and his aroused body spent.
Heather gently uncoupled herself from Simon's cock and kissed it,
before sitting on her haunches and smiling.

"My turn," she murmured as Simon beamed lustfully back at her.
She took Simon's hand and pulled him on top of her 5ft 4in frame.
His rapidly deflating cock, twitched and she gently stroked it,
arresting its decline. Simon moaned and she positioned it at the
entrance of her shaved labia.

Both of them gave little grunts as Simon began to pump his cock
into the voluptuous girl. She wanted to kiss him but he stayed
supported by his arms, being outstretched and his lips remaining
out of her reach. She screwed up her face as he threw his body
into hers, the sounds of their flesh slapping echoing around the
room.

Heather moaned nasally. She has almost forgotten what a real cock
felt like, and Simon's cock was over six-and-a-half inches. She
wanted to wrap her legs around him but was unable to due to her
bulk, but she pulled him towards her and gripped his buttocks.

Simon had only just come, but he closed his eyes. He thought of
Amelia with her beautiful curves and teenage naivety. He thought
of Alison and her boundless enthusiasm. He thought of Juliet who
wanted to be a model (and had the body for it.) He thought of
everyone but the washed-up, bitter woman he was pounding for
mindless satisfaction.

Heather groaned and felt several waves of pleasure cascade over
her. She knew she would orgasm the moment she saw his cock; it
was big enough to satisfy her but in truth she was desperate
enough that any cock would have made her happy.

Simon's thoughts came to Rhea, and the games they would play. The
occasional kinkiness and with a few final loveless thrusts filled
his lover with his seed.

They lay for a few moments and then Simon got up, helping the
eighteen-stone woman to her feet. She gave a weak smile and he
passed her some tissues. She teased him about the other girls,
and Simon went bright red.

"I heard a few rumours," the 42-year-old divorcee muttered as she
adjusted her warehousing uniform. It was late and she wouldn't be
missed for twenty minutes but did not want to draw suspicion to
her illicit liaison with the young deputy manager.

"Like what?" Simon asked trying to keep the panic from his voice.

"Amelia. The teenager who works on Sundays," Heather replied.

"Yeah, what about her?"

"I heard a certain duty manager gave her a good performance
management session," the buxom lady teased.

"There was a frank exchange, plenty of good feedback and we both
left satisfied with the outcome," Simon replied calmly and
Heather laughed. "She is sixteen."

"So you are screwing her then?"

Simon stammered. Although Amelia was sixteen now, she wasn't
sixteen when they first had sex and he wasn't overly keen to draw
attention to this. She was vulnerable at the time and needed a
shoulder to cry on but what she got was something far more
sinister.

"Oh come on. You can't keep secrets in this place. Only Alison
refuses to believe it because she thinks you are about to leave
your wife and shack up with her instead."

Simon groaned. He would have to let her down gently without her
wanting to run off to the Store Manager and report their sexual
liaisons. He would have to see her.

Chapter III

Simon looked up from the couch to see a black pair of fishnet
stockings and matching suspenders. He passed over a small bundle
of notes and the almost naked prostitute counted them before
smiling at him. She left the room briefly and then held out her
hand to him sat on the leather couch in her room.

"I'll make all your dreams come true," the 27-year-old whore
promised. He had already instructed Holly exactly what he wanted,
and paid for the services he desired.

When he rang the agency from his desk phone the previous day they
had recommended Holly instead of one of his usual girls as
someone who would be suitable to meet his needs and the tall
brunette beauty was certainly doing that. Sure, she cost a little
more than Louisa or Georgina, but she had the body of a model and
was wearing just fishnet stockings, suspenders and heels.

Her breasts were not big, but round and well-proportioned, and
matched her frame wonderfully. Her flat stomach was punctuated
with a single belly button stud that was directly at his eye
line.

The girl led him into a small bright red bedroom filled with
explicit pictures of her. Most of the room was taken up with a
large double bed, and on the wall, four shelves housed
lubricants, sex toys and lotions.

"As I said," the girl whispered alluringly into his ear. "I can
make all your dreams come true."

Simon smiled, at her. This wasn't quite true, he had a dream, a
desire that he had been unable to tell his wife and had only
explored with a single sex worker and he had to keep that
especially secret, but Holly would certainly drive him wild.

Holly spun the young manager around, and kissed him lightly on
the lips unbuttoning his white shirt. Simon went to unbuckle his
trousers but she knocked his hand away and kissed him again.

"Easy, tiger," she whispered and Simon closed his grinning.
Holly's deft, gentle touch slid the white shirt off of the young
man and she ran her hands over his smooth, hairless body. Simon
purred and she kissed him on the throat and then sucked on his
nipple.

Simon felt a surge of arousal inside of him as Holly sucked on
his left then his right nipple. Kneeling down in front of him,
she unbuckled his belt and then slid the suit trousers down his
legs to his feet and Simon stepped out of them. Holly took his
socks off, and smiled up at the deputy managers expectant eyes.

Holly did not dislike her career choice, and certainly enjoyed
working ten hours a week for fifteenhundred pounds, even if she
had to give a third of that to the agency, but she never really
enjoyed giving blowjobs if the client did not take up the option
of a shower before their visit. Often the cocks presented to her
were sweaty or smelly, but there was no such odour coming from
Simon.

Simon had worked from home in the morning preparing the monthly
performance reports and had had a shower twenty minutes previous
before getting into the car and was loathed to have another one
so quickly. He didn't need one and was desperate to get into the
sex.

Holly kissed the outside of Simon's boxer shorts and slid her
hand up and down his torso. Simon groaned expectantly as she
caressed his crotch through the thin cotton garment.

Holly grinned. She loved teasing horny men, especially horny
young men like Simon who oozed nervous lust. She gave Simon a sly
look and then slid the white boxer shorts down to his feet.
Simon's erect cock swayed as she freed it and she shook her
flowing brown hair back.

Holly ran her hands down Simon's cock and watched the pre-cum
ooze out and drip down onto her firm, round bosom below. She
stopped for a moment to admire the thick cock on her temporary
lover and then put her lips around the tip of the cock.

Holly put her tongue out and wrapped it around the head, probing
underneath his foreskin and then gently suckling. Simon neighed
and mewed as Holly's experienced oral skills pleasured his rod
and his body tingled with arousal.

Holly put her hand on the shaft and gently stroked it while her
mouth bobbed up and down his head. She moved her right hand
underneath his testicles and began probing and massaging his
perineum.

Simon tensed and then relaxed. It had been a long time since a
girl had touched him there, and he liked it, purring with
satisfaction as the shapely hooker took two fingers and put
pressure on him in a "come here" motion.

Simon groaned.

Holly stopped stroking his cock with her hand and impaled on her
mouth on his member, running her tongue over the shaft. She
reached down and picked up a little bottle of lubricant she kept
stashed by the bed and squirted a bit onto her fingers. She then
swapped hands and began putting pressure on Simon's bud.

Simon grunted and closed his eyes. He could feel the pressure
behind his testicles growing and expanding. He felt a heat, an
arousal bursting to get out of him. Holly felt his cock twitch
and with a gentle thrust buried a finger into his ass, touching
the wall of his rectum and wiggling her finger.

Simon exploded with a tortured, muted cry and waves and waves of
semen pumped out of him and into Holly's waiting mouth.

Holly sucked his cock and guided the last remnants of semen onto
her tongue and looked up at the spent Simon.

"You like?" Holly asked and Simon smiled back, panting.

"Incredible, Holly."

"I like the look of your huge cock," Holly teased and Simon
closed his eyes. Holly guided Simon to the bed. She left for a
moment to wash her hands and returned to cuddle her customer, who
was still basking in the aftershocks of the mind-blowing orgasm
she had caused.

"Wow, that was amazing," Simon told her and Holly grinned.

"It's my job to make you think that," Holly replied and started
nuzzling Simon's neck. Although Simon had not asked for a
"girlfriend experience," Holly kissed him on the lips, and Simon
returned the kiss, massaging the sumptuous lips of the escort. He
pulled her onto him and wrapped his arms and legs around her.

Holly panicked for a brief moment. She always liked to be in
control and although she was on top, Simon had pinned her from
underneath. They kissed for a moment and then Simon rolled her
onto her back.

The escort was rarely treated to oral sex but Simon kissed her on
the neck, then her nipples and then her inner thighs. Holly
genuinely moaned in appreciation as Simon showered her in light,
lambent kisses. Her wanton lust was unmistakable and she made
envious glances at Simon's ossified cock hanging underneath him.

Simon buried his head into her crotch and started working his
tongue along her clitoris and labia, tasting her sweetness with
pleasure. Holly groaned and grunted, Simon's enthusiastic
attention on her womanhood building lustful excitement in her
loins.

Holly often had to exaggerate and fake her concupiscent emissions
but Simon was touching her expertly. He slid a finger up to her
hole and gently pressed. Holly always demanded anything going
insider her was encased in a rubber condom but just bucked her
hips as Simon carefully guided two fingers onto her G-Spot and
the thumb was rubbing against her anus.

Holly breathed in deeply and cried loudly. She had not orgasmed
with a client for two weeks. Not since a gentleman she christened
Mr Rampant Rabbit, due to his love of sex toys, had used a full
pack of Duracells a fortnight ago had she actually climaxed in
front of a customer.

But she had no defence. Simon sucked on her clitoris while he
stroked her G-Spot and rubbed her bud. No woman could resist, and
with a deafening squeal, her body shuddered and quivered, and
flooded her insides with a libidinous glow.

Simon smiled as she shook underneath him. He kept gently stroking
her as she rode aftershock after aftershock, and then slowly
withdrew his fingers from her.

Holly looked at him with lust in her eyes. "I want you. And you
want to fuck me, don't you."

Simon smiled and she reached into a small bowl by the side of the
bed and unwrapped a condom, putting the tight rubber sheath over
Simon's pecker. He lined it up at her entrance. Normally, she
would have used a bit of lubricant but she was soaking wet
already.

Simon was guided into her hole by Holly, who pressed down on his
cock with her muscles. Holly did plenty of exercises to keep her
internal muscles firm and strong, a talent that every guy
appreciated when they inserted their members into the young
whore.

Simon's deep penetration caused more squeals from Holly. Simon
was fairly thick and was stimulating all of her opening. His
thrusts were long and powerful and his pelvis rubbing up against
her engorged clitoris. She dug her fingernails into Simon's back
and breathed deeply.

She kept up with Simon's increasing rhythm, her eyes closed and
gasping for air, squealing and squawking with delirium.

"Oh fuck, oh yes, oh god," she squealed at the top of her voice
and Simon felt her contractions tease his cock into submission.
He tried to hold back as long as he could, his testicles
desperate for a release, but with a few grunts, Simon filled his
condom.

Simon returned from the shower room naked and Holly was sat on
the bed, her dressing gown covering her shoulders and done up at
the front. Simon felt a little awkward, he always did when he was
about to leave a prostitute's house and started getting dressed.

"Water?" Holly asked and Simon replied that he would like some,
and was passed a large glass with chilled water out of the mini
fridge. Holly let her dressing gown come undone, to reveal to her
lover that she was naked, except for the stockings underneath.

Their eyes met and he averted them immediately, looking around
the bright red boudoir. He was embarrassed, almost ashamed of
himself.

"Agency said you normally see Georgina or Louisa," Holly told him
and he nodded. "Yeah, nice girls. Louisa has gone back to Exeter
and Georgina got taken up to the Caribbean on holiday."

"Nice," Simon uttered in response and Holly grinned.

"Lucky cow more like. She is always getting those sorts of gigs
but I don't mind. I like the guys that I get. Some of them can
really make a girl feel special." Holly gestured towards Simon
who blushed. It wasn't true, and while Holly had found the sexual
transaction very pleasant, he wasn't the best lover she had ever
had, although stroking a guy's ego meant that he often tipped
well or came back, or both.

"I am not usually getting cocks that big," she exaggerated and
Simon bit his lip and downed the last of this drink. "Or oral
that good."

"I'm sure you've got some tales to tell," Simon suggested and
Holly gave a wide grin.

"Oh yes. I had a client who insisted on drinking my pee. It was
weird, but we never got out of the shower room. I had an old guy
who couldn't get it up for his wife so came to see me to see if I
could cure his problems."

"Could you?"

"Well yes and no. He was frustrated that he couldn't give his
wife an orgasm so I taught him how to go down on her. She liked
that. Even she came back and thanked me."

Simon laughed and pulled his shirt on.

"Here, let me," Holly said and buttoned up the white shirt and
smoothed over the collar.

"Thank you," Simon replied and gave her a kiss.

"You're welcome. You know where I am if you have any more urges,"
she said grinning and Simon nodded, pulled out two notes and put
them on the top of her stocking.

"A performance related bonus," he teased and Holly smiled. It was
not often she was tipped forty pounds for an hour's work. But it
was forty pounds, Simon could ill-afford.

* * * * *

Rhea sat down on the toilet and unwrapped the pregnancy testing
kit. She looked at the long thin device. She had done this many
times before when she was pregnant with Izzy, only hoped that
this time the outcome would be different.

She couldn't have another child, money was tight enough as it
was, Simon always said so.

She released her stream of urine and held the device dipping it
into the liquid pouring from her crack. She shut her eyes and put
the tester on the little cupboard.

She mustn't be pregnant. She can't be. Simon and her had had a
lot of sex recently. Unprotected sex as well, but it wasn't her
time of the month to be fertile. She was sure. She can't be
pregnant then. It was simple.

And as the little strip turned pink she swore to herself. She
wasn't pregnant. The test was wrong. She simply couldn't be
pregnant.

Chapter IV

"Hey bud, Mr Jones wants a word," the customer services
representative at the front of the store said as Simon sauntered
in. He was not late, but normally wanted to arrive around the
same time as the store manager.

Rhea was especially horny that morning and refused to allow him
to get dressed until she was completely satisfied, which meant he
had not had time for breakfast and was still fifteen minutes
late. Simon wondered what had got into her, she was not normally
like that?

Simon's attention snapped to the present. "Mr Jones?" He asked "I
wonder if it is anything to do with that pay rise."

The manager's door was closed, but Simon knocked and then opened
it as he was barked in. The tall, thick-set gentleman with big
bushy eyebrows watched the young father as he closed the door and
sat down.

"Next Tuesday," he said. "All the store managers and deputy
managers have been called up to Liverpool for a meeting. Some
Head Office management thing. Whatever you have, cancel it, and
make sure you book a hotel and travel. Sandy will book them for
you."

"Sure. Anything, umm, on the grapevine?" Simon asked and he
sneered.

"Grapevine? Don't be ridiculous. You will do well to learn that
tittle-tattle rarely does anyone any good. I've seen the report
for trading in the last month and I see sales on our alcohol were
good."

Simon smiled, he felt more confident talking about store
performance than impromptu meetings in Merseyside. "Our
loss-leaders on beer and wine attracted a 22 percent increase in
footfall and takings were up by over thirty percent. It's
impressive. Plus staff absence was down significantly from April
as well."

Mr Jones grinned. "I see. You know these are the best numbers out
of any store outside the North-west?"

Simon glowed with pride. Although he was the deputy manager, he
did run the store, in between his illicit liaisons and the
impressive performance was down significantly to his hard work.
He deserved a pay rise. A decent pay increase could mean an extra
trip to Holly each month, and boy could see do oral.

* * * * *

"Strip!" A female voice uttered. Simon frantically unbuttoned his
shirt and slid his trousers, shoes, socks and underpants into the
locker. Mistress Katrina looked him over.

Simon glanced up at her. She had impossibly straight, glistening
black hair that framed her harsh face which was punctuated with
red lipstick. She scowled at him starting at her short black
leather croptop and matching skirt, both of which fastened up the
front. She wore leather sleeves on her forearms and wielded a
thick cane.

"You pathetic weasel," she called. "Don't look at me with those
filthy eyes. You've been here many times, you know the rules."

The Mistress Katrina dropped the cane and dragged Simon up by his
ear. She grabbed a nearby paddle hanging on the wall of her
dungeon, pulled the young father up by his ears and threw him
against a spanking horse.

"I am not here for you to ogle me, you sick fuck. You
understand?" she shouted and waited for an answer.

"Yes mistress," Simon automatically replied. Mistress Katrina
pulled the paddle back and it made a satisfying smack on his
right cheek. She stopped to rub the red globe and smacked the
left cheek with the paddle.

The sounds of the leather paddle on Simon's bare flesh echoed
around the dungeon and Katrina cackled at Simon's cries. "You're
a nasty little scumbag," she taunted and reached down to his
balls hanging against the bondage furniture.

As expected Simon was erected and aroused. "You enjoying your
punishment?" Katrina asked a rhetorical question and Simon
squawked as another blow rained on his unprotected behind.

"No mistress."

Katrina called him a liar and massaged his balls and his
perineum. She held a finger onto his rosebud and threatened to
fuck him like a "virgin on prom night." Simon glanced at a
strap-on dildo harness hanging on the dungeon wall and yelped.

Katrina spanked him again on the behind and again and again until
his rear was a cherry red. She smirked at her handiwork and then
made Simon kissed the paddle and thank it for the pleasure it had
given her.

Katrina pranced around the dungeon. She whipped the helpless
Simon, she restrained him. She poured hot wax over his chest, she
masturbated him and stopped just before he came and she
electrocuted him.

All the time, Simon thanked her and took more abuse. His
rock-hard cock gleefully accepted then punishment she gave me.

Katrina loved to humiliate him, and halfway through their
two-hour session, they were joined by Mistress Jane and her
slave, Wendy. Jane and Katrina tormented the two clients
together, and had Wendy pee over Simon before Simon returned the
compliment.

It was degrading. And Simon loved it.

He showered and got changed and Katrina came up to him. He got a
slap for not thanking her quickly enough and a promise that the
next time he came she would rape his ass with her nine-inch
strap-on.

Simon gulped. He enjoyed his sessions with Katrina but they were
costing him over seven hundred pounds and he just couldn't afford
it. But he couldn't stop going. Not now, he liked being
submissive too much.

* * * * *

Rhea knocked on her brother's front door sharply and turned
around. He was definitely inside, his car was in the drive. There
was no sign of any of his neighbours in the leafy village and
Rhea hammered again.

A slurred shout of annoyance came from inside and, struggling
with his feet Andy unlocked the front door and opened it.

Rhea squealed in shock.

Andy, completely naked was holding a whisky bottle in one hand
and a vodka bottle in the other. He staggered and leant against
the wall, trying to focus and make out who was at his front door.
"Oh, it's you," he muttered as he saw his sister.

"What the bloody hell is going on, Andy? It's not even midday."

Andy closed his eyes and went to take a swig of his whisky but
Rhea snatched them both off of him. He made a distressed groan
and she pushed him towards the lounge, sitting the naked man in a
chair. The room was stuffy and she gasped.

"What the hell is happening, Andy?"

"Gimme back me vodka," Andy asked and Rhea snorted. She looked
around the room and turned off the hardcore pornography that was
playing on continuous loop through the DVD player and opened a
window.

"You're pathetic. So Amy and you split up?" Rhea asked and Andy
grunted in reply. She went to hthrow him a pair of discarded
shorts on the floor but noticed the ominous white stain on the
front the moment she picked them up and squealed, throwing them
back onto the carpet. "You are disgusting."

Rhea passed Andy a towel on the back of the sofa and he wrapped
it around his waist, covering himself up. "Yeah, Amy and I have
split, OK. So what. Just what are you doing here?"

Rhea sighed and her voice softened. "I am here, because Zoe is
scared. We all are. You can't go on a bender for weeks because a
two-month relationship ended."

"I loved her," wailed Andy and Rhea grunted.

"No you didn't," she replied firmly and dismissively. "You knew
her for two months."

"That means nothing. She was fantastic."

"Andy, you weren't in love with her, because every time you fall
in love with someone, I end up hating them. Think about it. Abi,
Sarah, Paula, Jamsine, Sophia. I liked Amy, ergo, you did not
love her."

"I never loved Sophia. She was ... dull."

"Sophia was dull, but at the time you loved her. You said so
yourself. But whether you loved Amy or not, you can't try and
kill yourself because she dumped you."

"I'm not trying to kill myself. I am just ..."

"Wallowing in self-pity and Soccer Slutz Volume 5. Was the first
four versions of this so good they had to bring out a fifth
edition or hadn't they explored the storyline enough?"

Andy grunted and Rhea sat opposite him. "Seriously Andy. You need
to sort yourself out."

"I'm fine," he said firmly and Rhea looked at him.

"You've put on weight. You've got handles bigger than most HGVs."

Andy looked at her and she raised her eyebrows. "Come on, have a
shower, get dressed and lets go for a stroll on the Common. You
can tell me all about it," she soothed and as Andy left the room,
set about cleaning his house.

* * * * *

The faceless suited Director got to the front of the assembled
throng of managers and gave a nervous grin.

"Now, a little get together to explain the Corporate Strategy in
the next twelve months," she said in a monotone voice. "Now as
you know, this year has been especially challenging for the Einfs
brand, and we have been hit by a series of exceptional one-off
costs, such as our new stores in Cumbria and Staffordshire, and
also those fines from the regulators and reorganisation of the
company."

She pressed a button and the PowerPoint presentation skipped a
slide. "Now, our challenge from the board was to define the
outlook for the business, see where the competitors in the
Supermarket industry are going and to ensure that our approach
synergises with the expected delivery model to produce optimum
strategic outlook for the company."

Simon scowled at the suited woman. He didn't quite understand the
last sentence, and by the blank faces in the room neither did
many of the other attendees, but he knew he needed to listen. He
just found her voice dull and monotonous; it was sending him to
sleep. His mind wandered and he thought back to his office
liaisons with Alison, Heather and Amelia, as well as his paid
liaisons with Holly, Louisa, Georgina and of course, Mistress
Katrina.

He could see her whip in the inane clip-art that surrounded the
slides of the corporate presentation and licked his lips. The
yellow drips of the abstract art represented the golden urine of
his humiliation and smiled at the pool of scarlet at the bottom
of the screen. He desperately wanted more sessions with the
Mistress Katrina. In the last six months, she had unlocked an
erotic need he had suspected, but never known, existed. Of
course, dating Rhea meant that he was attracted to strong,
powerful women, but he had never been dominated before in that
way. It was incredible, but expensive and he could not afford
her.

"So of course this means we need to reappraise our growth
strategy which has been extraordinarily rapid in the last two
years. To this end, we have decided to close twelve of our
fifty-seven stores." Simon was awoken from his thoughts
immediately and focused in on the slide that followed.

It was there. Watford was on the slide, his branch was in the
twelve. Between Reading and York on the list. His branch, their
flagship branch, near London was on their hit-list. He gasped,
unable to process what those around him were mumbling. "Of
course, you will see it is the branches that are furthest from
our North-west home and heritage that are to close. The higher
cost of distribution ...."

Simon lost her speech, he was about to be made unemployed and
everything else was unimportant. The director went on to praise
the staff for their dedication and hard work but that the
business model that opened the stores to a great fanfare eighteen
months ago was now outdated.

It was redundant. As he was about to be.

Simon left the room to throw up.

Chapter V

Rhea sighed. This was the fourth letter from Chiltern Bank in the
last three weeks. They didn't normally write to them so much and
she put it by the kettle. She wanted to open it. She deliberated.
It was addressed to both of them but Simon dealt with the
financial stuff.

There was a knock at the door and Rhea strode towards it. If she
didn't leave soon she would be late for work and bars didn't open
themselves. "Miss Williams?" A tall suited gentleman with short
hair and fashionable stubble asked and Rhea nodded, staring at
him.

"Who are you?"

"Can I come in please?" The gentleman asked with an effortless
smile. "It really is very important."

Rhea thought for a moment and then shook her head. "Who are you
and what do you want?"

The smart gentleman took a deep breath; it was not unusual for
his clients to be defensive but, in his industry he preferred for
them to be subservient and compliant as well. He gave a false
chuckle and his eyebrows rose. With a charming smile he produced
a letter on headed notepaper. "I am Mr Chambers, I represent
Terrence and Co, and I am collecting a substantial amount of
arrears from the Chiltern for a mortgage ..."

Rhea gasped as she took the letter. "What?"

Mr Chambers normally liked it when the occupant was not aware of
the arrears, and always imagined the row that would happen when
the debtor arrived home and saw a spark of anger in Rhea as she
scanned the document. She was a fighter, definitely and didn't
fancy being in her partner's shoes when he returned home. " ...
for a mortgage on this property. This currently stands at over
five thousand pounds in arrears and I am authorised to start
removing goods to repay the debt."

Rhea's eyes sparkled dangerously. "You will do no such thing,"
she snapped and gave him the letter back. "There must be some
mistake, we pay the mortgage every month on time. Now kindly
leave my property and don't come back."

Rhea was clearly shaken, and he saw her think. He smiled as she
wondered whether Simon had forgotten to pay the mortgage? How
could they be five grand in debt on their joint mortgage? That
was eleven months of mortgage repayments, and if they hadn't paid
the money why didn't she know previously?

Mr Chambers eyed the young mother, she had gone pensive and was
distracted. "There is no mistake. If you refuse to let me in, I
am entitled to break in ..." he lied. He thought that it was
clear that she would unlikely know that he was unable to do this,
unless he had already gained access to the property previously
and hoped that this would make Rhea more co-operative. It didn't.

"If you break into my home, I will break your legs," she replied
venomously and Mr Chambers recoiled. "Now get the fuck off my
property before I start breaking fingers."

Mr Chambers thought. If only he could get one foot over the front
door, he could break in. Legally. Whenever he wanted. In his
experience this always made the occupants of the property more
co-operative. He sucked in a breath for a moment and took a step
forward, intending to barge Rhea out of the way. She was at least
six or seven inches shorter than him and her slight frame
suggested weakness.

Rhea reacted quickly. In a lightning-quick move, she raised her
foot and propelled it towards him. Towards his waist. And it
connected firmly with his genitals. Rhea swelled up angrily and
dropped the paper onto the floor, and as the bailiff took a step
back, howling in agony Rhea's right fist smashed into his face.

"Now get the fuck off my property," she shouted fiercely and with
the gentleman bent lay prostrate on her path, blood streaming
from his face. She slammed the door wildly and sank to the floor,
her head in her hands.

The letters sat by the kettle and she stared at them. What would
they say and was it important? She had noticed a stack of letters
from financial companies coming for them every week but she never
thought too much of it. Her mind whirred with possibilities.

Was Simon paying the mortgage? He said he was, and he said it
came direct from his bank account. Surely he would have told her
if he was struggling, and not pay anything for eleven months; she
didn't believe it. It was impossible, he was just too sensible.
She chastised herself for having such undeserving thoughts of her
partner. She had been dating him for ten years in two months and
it was his sensibleness that had riled her so much when they
first starting dating.

She got her coat and brushed her hair in the mirror. She glanced
through the front door and the bailiff had left her path. She
wondered for a moment and went back to the letters and opened
them. She wished she hadn't.

The bank had "regrettably started eviction proceedings" for
non-payment of the mortgage for twelve months. This could be
avoided if they were to pay off the outstanding debt, plus a 10%
handling fee within seven days otherwise the bank "would seize
control of the property and market it for sale to recoup the loan
amount plus any charges incurred."

Rhea collapsed against the kitchen worktop open-mouthed before
bursting into tears. This flat was her home, her daughter's home
and was Simon and her first foot on the housing ladder. How can
they be twelve months in arrears?

She felt sick and ran to the bathroom.

As she came out of their small bathroom, without hesitating she
walked into her bedroom and pulled open Simon's drawers. He kept
all the financial documents in his bottom drawer and there was
loads of correspondence from a number of financial institutions.

Rhea sniffed back the tears and emptied the drawer on the bed.
There were a number of letters from the mortgage provider about
the arrears, and more about a sizeable debt on a credit card.
Simon didn't have any credit cards, she thought. There were
letters from two debt collection agencies chasing him for cash
accrued, another from his current account holder asking him to
repay his overdraft.

Then she found a stack of bank statements and she scanned them.
Sure enough, his wages were paid in and then were withdrawn in
cash almost immediately. Just what was going on? How did he "max
out" his ten thousand pounds credit card in just four months? And
how did he spend a six thousand pound unsecured loan?

Rhea sat back on her haunches and wiped her eyes. Her boyfriend
was in debt to over twenty thousand pounds, and most of this owed
from joint accounts. She shook her head and tears flooded her
face again. She had never been so much in debt before.

Rhea composed herself and reached for the phone. She dialled work
to tell them that she was unwell and could not come in, and then
rang Zoe. She might have been Simon's brother, but she had been a
good, calm friend to Andy and her over the years; at that
particular point in time, she needed someone.

* * * * *

Zoe shrieked as the vibration of her phone rattled against the
garden chair. Andy grinned. "Something from Ann Summers," he
teased and Zoe rolled her eyes.

"Hello?" Zoe asked nervously, not checking the Caller ID and a
tearful Rhea greeted her.

"What's up?" Zoe asked, sensing that Rhea was upset.

"We are being evicted," Rhea blurted out and burst into tears.
"Si's not paid the mortgage for twelve months. And I have
bailiffs at the door. All sorts."

Zoe froze. "What?"

Rhea sobbed. "We've lost everything and I don't know why."

"OK. I am coming over," she said, putting the phone down and
turned to Andy.

"You're sister is going to be evicted. I'll need you to take us."

"Evicted? Why?"

"I don't know," Zoe lied and Andy paused for a moment.

"OK. But you need to drive."

"It's eleven o'clock. Please tell me you've not been drinking
this morning."

Andy groaned. "No, of course I haven't. I just had a bit of a
heavy night last night."

"And you are still drunk?"

"No. I think I am fine. But I don't want to take any chances."

"I'm not insured," she wailed and Andy rolled his eyes.

"Well don't have a crash then." Zoe groaned and held up her hands
in mock submission. "You have third-party on all other vehicles
anyway on your own insurance."

"It's a massive BMW. Ezra and I drive a Nova between us. It's a
bit different."

"It'll be fine. Just that the car will do more than sixty. And it
has a bit less rust. What you need is to let Ezra get a bike, or
let me get him a bike and then he can give you the car instead of
dropping you off places."

Zoe groaned, she had this argument with Ezra often enough, but
IVF treatment wouldn't pay for itself and she was not about to
allow her husband to squander some of their savings on a toy,
especially one that would possibly kill him. "Don't start," she
replied ominously but Andy didn't take the hint.

"It is his birthday in a few months, can I get him one for then?"
he asked and Zoe took a deep breath and put her hands on her
head.

"No, Andy."

"We saw one the other week on the 'net. It was second-hand, 5000
miles on the clock, two years old, 1600cc, sports windshield and
everything. It's a Harley and he has always wanted one of those,
and it isn't a massive amount of money, either. It was only just
in five figures. Oh come on Zoe," Andy needled her. Zoe closed
her eyes and sighed.

"He is not having one. We can barely afford to run one car and
still pay the mortgage, and save for ... stuff. We are not paying
another set of insurance, road tax, maintenance for a cockmobile.
Now shut up about it, you hear?"

"What if I was to pay for a years insurance as well?" Andy asked
and Zoe waited to slow at the junction and then smacked his right
arm as hard as she could. Why couldn't men just listen?

* * * * *

Andy scanned the documentation that Rhea had sorted in piles.
Rhea had barely stopped crying since they had arrived, and Ezra
was set to join them when he finished work.

"Sure, there is a lot of debt here. Even if you were to pay no
interest, there is still years of repayments here."

Rhea rubbed her eyes. "How bad?"

"I've counted thirty grand and that's just what's in these piles.
There are a couple of entries that suggest other sources of loans
or money that aren't explained here, and if that is the case it's
over thirty-three."

Rhea shrieked. "He better not have stolen money from work," she
said quickly and Zoe shook her head.

"Oh I don't think he would have done that."

"Well I didn't think he would have done this but he has," Rhea
snapped tearfully and then apologised.

"Of course, this is no problem at all," Andy told them
dismissively. "I don't know what all the fuss is about?" Both
girls stared at the bemused man who elaborated. "What? I can
easily cover this. It's peanuts. I'll write you a cheque. I mean,
if you two were struggling, why didn't you just ask?"

"The answer to all our problems is not always your money Andy,"
Zoe barked and Andy suspired wearily.

A tearful Rhea shouted at her brother. "And my partner has been
squandering so much money and been keeping secrets and I'm making
a fuss. How can you spend thirty grand, Andy? Horses? Other
women? Drugs? This is my life that has been turned upside down
and you call it a fuss. How can you be so fucking callous?" Rhea
screamed and ran out of the room.

Zoe sighed at him and Andy shrugged. "What? You might not like it
but Rhea and Izzy are about to be evicted. What is the point of
me having millions if my sister is being made homeless over a
poxy thirty grand? It's just a trivial amount of cash."

Zoe's eyes flashed dangerously. "Andy, please. Just ... don't."

"Well you go talk some sense hnto her then. This isn't a
problem."

Zoe sighed. "Do you really think that?"

"Yes."

"Just ... Get out." Zoe snapped.

"What? It's nothing. And if she doesn't want to take it from me,
Dad would help too."

"Fucking, get out. Now," Zoe yelled, her eyes flashing
dangerously. "Go get some lunch. But if you stay here I will hurt
you."

"What did I do?"

Zoe raised her eyebrows and pointed to the door. "Out."

"Why are all the men in my life absolute arseholes?" Rhea sobbed
the moment her brother left and Zoe put her arm around the young
mother to console her. "I mean I know he means well but he is a
total cunt at times. Simon has been up to something and we are
about to lose our property and he says it's nothing."

Zoe nodded in agreement. "Perhaps you should let him or your Dad
help if it means you don't get evicted."

Rhea sighed and wiped her eyes. "Well Simon will be getting
evicted no matter what happens."

Zoe nodded. "I'd do the same." They remained in silence for a few
minutes and drank a cup of tea each that Zoe made. Andy returned
with three fish and chip suppers.

"I have an idea," Andy announced. Zoe and Rhea both grumbled but
Andy ignored their reservations. "You won't take my help with
cash, why not come live with me. At least you won't be homeless
and I guess you probably want to get out of here."

Zoe looked at Rhea who inhaled deeply. "I can't, Andy."

"Sure you can. I'll even hide the DVDs you don't like. It'll do
you good to get out of here, won't it? If you won't accept my
dough then you aren't going to have anywhere to live. I have a
big house, plenty big enough and I can look after Izzy when you
are working."

Zoe put her arm back around Rhea. "Actually Rhea, I think it's
not a bad idea. Let the people who love you, help you through
this. But I will clean it before you move in."

Rhea sighed. "I don't like it. I can get a rental property ..."

"Well until you get yourself on your feet. You are always moaning
you never see me when I live five miles up the road."

"For a week only, until I find a cheap rental property. I can't
live off my family for my entire life."

Andy sighed and nodded. "As long as you need to."

* * * * *

Ezra loaded the last box into his Nova and got in the car. Andy
had taken most of the important possessions of Rhea and Izzy in
his large saloon car and had returned to collect Rhea and Izzy.
Rhea had only taken the items that she and Izzy needed, and Zoe
had to stop her from setting fire or damaging Simon's property on
several occasions.

"Zoe is at the house, she is making tea for everyone with what
she can find in my freezer and fridge."

Ezra smiled. "So that'll be alcoholic then?"

Andy groaned. "I have had enough of this with Zoe and Rhea. Don't
you start. I told her to just get a takeaway but she thinks
that's a bad idea. Something about empty calories and fertility."
Ezra groaned.

Rhea came out and looked at their small flat from the outside
with her daughter who was sent to sit in Ezra's hatchback, which
then disappeared down the road.

"I'm just going to do one last sweep of the place," Rhea said to
Andy and went inside. "I won't be a minute."

* * * * *

"Oh hi Andy. What ya doing here?" Simon asked as he got out of
their battered car. He was weary, having travelled back from
Watford having told the staff that they were being made
redundant, but had taken boxes of whisky, vodka and beer from the
warehouse after everyone had left and the CCTV disconnected. He
had his job for another week sorting out the remnants of the
store, but after that would be unemployed. He knew he had to
start job hunting immediately, but from the look on Andy's face
that one of his secrets was out.

Which one? He hadn't told Rhea about the store closure when he
arrived home from Liverpool the day before, but Rhea was working
through some figures from work for the pub owners so he had time
to sit on the couch and contemplate what to do. He worked out, he
needed a job and one that paid twice as much as his previous one,
preferable with a years' salary up front and golden hello of ten
thousand pounds.

Either way, it was fast approaching the day when he would need to
speak to her and hope that they could work their way out of the
mess he had created.

Chapter VI

Rhea had sent her brother to wait in the car and then bombarded
her partner with a volley of ferocious tearful punches. Simon
could barely defend himself and Rhea shouted abuse at her
cowering boyfriend.

"What the fuck have you blown thirty grand on in twelve months?
I'm homeless. My daughter, our daughter is homeless. We are
bankrupt. What the fuck have you done, Si?"

Simon stared at her blankly and bit his lip. "I've been stupid,"
he muttered and Rhea swelled furiously.

"We lose the house and all I get is 'I've been stupid.' I fucking
know you've been stupid. How fucking stupid?"

"I can't explain it ..." Simon stammered, tears streaming down
his face.

Rhea clenched her fists and then grabbed her boyfriend by the
shoulders throwing him back on the sofa. She reached into her
pocket and pulled out a hunting knife holding it above his
throat. "Tell me."

"Rhea, please put that down," Simon frantically begged and Rhea
snorted.

"Tell me," she yelled firmly and the cold blade touched his skin.
"Is it other women?"

Simon nodded and closed his eyes waiting for the white-hot pain
Rhea was about to inflict but it didn't come.

"How many?"

Simon stammered again and Rhea gripped the knife firmly. Simon
saw the fierce look in his lover's eyes and her flushed cheeks
and was terrified. Rhea was not known for controlling her temper.
"A few."

"Who?"

"People from work. Hookers."

"Hookers? You spent thirty grand on hookers?" Rhea screamed and
moved the weapon above his face. Simon's eyes focused on the
knife above him and then Rhea, who had tears running down her
face and dripping off her chin.

"When was the last time?" Rhea screeched and Simon hesitated.
"Fucking tell me," she yelled slapping her boyfriend across the
cheek as hard as she could.

"Yesterday."

"Yesterday! How much of our money did you blow, Si?"

Simon hesitated again and Rhea raised her hand but Simon
confessed before she could strike him. "Seven hundred."

Rhea climbed off of him and looked at him shocked. "Seven hundred
pounds. You had all the sex you could want at home. Why?"

Simon shrugged and wiped his eyes. "She whips me," he murmured
and Rhea howled. How could Simon do this to her? And Izzy? "But
Rhea, please ..."

Rhea didn't wait for him to finish. She punched him, hard, in his
solar plexus and tearfully ran out of the room to plunge the
knife into the front wheel of their battered motor, and then
jumped in to the waiting car of her brother.

"Go," she shouted, her face soaked with her tears and the knife
waving in front of her. A startled Andy put the car into gear and
was about to pull out of the car parking space when Simon
sprawled himself over the bonnet.

"Don't go Rhea. Don't go. Please. I'll change. Don't go," he
wailed.

"Drive," Rhea said calmly. "Just kill the fucker."

"Rhea?"

"Go," she yelled, tears streaming down her face. "I never want to
see him again."

Andy revved the engine, and Simon went to the passenger window.

"Rhea," he called but his partner ignored him and tearfully made
the journey to Andy's house in silence.

* * * * *

"You still holding onto me?" Izzy squealed as Andy pushed her on
her bike across his back garden. He had removed her stabilisers
and she was nervous about riding her bike without them as she was
scared of falling off (the same logic was not applied to her
climbing the large tree at the end of his drive.)

"Yes, I've got you," Andy reassured his niece as she pedalled off
away from him. His pocket vibrated and he retrieved his phone,
just as Izzy cycled around the small cherry tree at the end of
his garden and she saw that he was not supporting her.

"Look. I'm doing it by myself," she yelled as she whizzed past
her uncle.

"Hello Zoe," Andy said into his phone and Rhea, watching her
daughter play in the garden while worrying about her predicament,
pricked up her ears. She had not spoken to Simon, and had put her
phone on silent in the drawer, but this did not stop Simon
ringing eighty times during the night and leaving twelve
voicemail messages - none of which she had listened to. She had
resisted the urge to phone her phone company and request a new
number, her brain wanted to but her heart told her not to.

"Is Rhea there?" Zoe asked and Andy muttered that she was in the
house. "How is she?"

"Coping. She keeps staring into space and crying. She was
throwing up this morning."

"Well that's natural Andy, she has just had a shock."

Andy snorted. "Well anyway, she is utterly miserable but won't
admit it."

"Do you blame her? Simon told me everything last night. Even
stuff he didn't tell Rhea. You know, Rhea is good to have got rid
of him, he isn't the same person who was my brother. I just don't
understand him any more 'cause he's changed in the last year."

"You mean, just like John?" Andy asked, referring to her youngest
brother who was currently nearing the end of a prison sentence.
Zoe went quiet for a moment and then agreed. The trial of her
brother had hit her hard a couple of years ago but before she
could reply, the phone shot out of Andy's hands and Rhea put it
to her ear.

"Zoe?" Rhea asked and the phone went silent for a moment.

"Rhea. How are you?"

Rhea groaned and spoke in an abrupt tone. "I'll live. What's up?"
Zoe paused again and when she didn't answer, Rhea continued. "I
suppose I should ask how Simon is?"

"He's broken Rhea, utterly broken. But it is his own fault," Zoe
told her. "He is staying at our house for a couple of days."

"I do need to see him and tell him something," Rhea finally
admitted. "And I want to tell him, not him hear it from other
people."

"Do you want to speak to him?"

"No. I want to kill him," Rhea replied calmly and sighed. "I'll
come 'round later if Andy will give me a lift."

"I'll let him know." Rhea passed the phone back to Andy and
wandered back to the house, almost tripping over her wobbly
daughter.

* * * * *

"Stay in the car with Izzy," Rhea demanded of Andy as she got out
of his car. Rhea knocked sharply on Zoe's front door, who let her
in and they embraced. "He is in the garden."

"Cheers," she murmured, her voice devoid of emotion. Rhea spun
round to face Zoe. "Look, I might be a bitch with Si over the
next few days and weeks but I promise I'll do what's right in the
long-run. OK?"

"He deserves everything he gets. You'll get no complaints from me
whatever you do," Zoe replied and Rhea wiped her eyes.

"I, um, I have so many conflicting emotions, but in the end what
Izzy needs has to come first."

Zoe nodded, and wiped a tear from her eye. "OK," she replied
softly and Rhea walked through their small semi-detached house
and onto the patio. Her partner was sat on the wall looking down
the garden and she had to suppress an urge to kick him off of it.
Ezra scratched himself on a garden chair and took a sip of his
drink as Zoe walked past Rhea to sit next to him.

"Si," Rhea called out, her voice still cold and passionless and
he spun around.

"Rhea, I'm so, so ..."

"Shut up," Rhea barked dismissively and he looked at the ground,
his facing dropping.

"My daughter, well our daughter is outside in the car with Andy.
Please go and say goodbye," she told him and he stared at her.

"You can't stop me from seeing my own daughter."

"Oh, I am going to make your life so difficult," Rhea promised in
a low voice, her fists clenched. "Maybe you screwing all those
women was worth it. Worth losing a family for."

Simon buried his face in his hands and wailed. "I'm sorry Rhea.
Please don't do this to Izzy."

Rhea breathed in deeply and clenched her fists. "Do this to Izzy?
She is homeless thanks to you. You really are a selfish bastard,
aren't you?"

"But ..."

"Shut up! I'm going to see the bank tomorrow and then my
solicitor to relinquish my stake in the flat and ask for it to be
sold. Andy reckons that we are in negative equity so we will
still owe lots but I will be suing you. And the CSA will be on
the line as well."

Simon shrugged. "They are shutting the store so I have no
income."

"That's your problem not mine," Rhea replied cruelly.

"Rhea please can we just do this ..." Simon bawled and burst into
tears. "I don't want to lose you."

Rhea puffed incredulously. "The moment you put your sick little
games above me and your daughter you lost us. Oh, and one more
thing, while you were out fucking our life up with your
perversions, you also managed to get me pregnant."

"Oh congratulations," Ezra replied cheerfully. "Are we doing some
sort celebration or ..." He trailed off as Zoe gave him an
exasperated expression. "Oh shit, yeah, sorry. I think. Sort of
... I'll go and check on Andy."

"Rhea, that's ... well surely we can try ..."

"Not in a million years Si. And no I don't want to be carrying
your baby and no I don't want to bring a child into a broken
home."

Simon looked at Rhea and then Zoe open-mouthed. "No Rhea. Please
not an abortion. Please."

Rhea sneered at her partner. "Are you going to see our daughter?"
She hesitated as he shook his head, pleading with her to keep
their baby, but she turned on her heels and left.

"Rhea. Rhea----," he cried after her but she was gone.

* * * * *

"Hey babe," the stocky Ezra cooed as his wife blew him a kiss
from the bedroom door. Simon was sleeping on the sofa in their
small terraced house and although she didn't want him to hear
their sex, it was inevitable if they were to keep to the
"schedule."

The "schedule," as originally devised by a fertility specialist
at the Hospital, while delighting most men was leaving Ezra
decidedly weary. He had been at a leaving dinner for a gentleman
from work a few days ago, had had more than a couple of beers to
drink, walked home and climbed into bed, completely shattered,
only to be woken by an irate Zoe demanding a deposit of semen.

She had aggressively reminded him, during their intercourse, that
alcohol reduces sperm count and his choice of underwear
(Y-fronts) was not acceptable, as this also reduced his
fertility. Ezra found it increasingly difficult to "perform" as
Zoe passionlessly shouted at him and they had emotionless sex.
After he had managed to squirt waves of his baby-making juice
inside her, she confiscated all of his underwear so he could be
commando and told him he was to be teetotal until she was knocked
up.

The lack of underwear caused a large amount of resentment, until
Zoe agreed to be without knickers also while she enforced it with
her husband, although he had nearly caught his cock in his flies
earlier in the day and was becoming more and more unimpressed
with the idea.

He had broached the idea of borrowing the money for IVF from
Andy, that Zoe suspected would be followed by a plea to buy a
bike. Zoe had reacted angrily to this, and Ezra suspected if Andy
had been a bit more sympathetic to his friend's feelings when he
had suggested it originally, she probably would have taken it.

He remembered the fateful day, as Zoe had hysterically told him
that they would probably need treatment and may never have
children, he drunkenly told the distraught woman "that this
wasn't a problem at all" and "where did she want the fuckin'
wonga?"

Zoe was still annoyed with her husband for bringing up this
again, and under any normal circumstances would have withheld all
sexual pleasantries from him as punishment for his rudeness and
unreasonableness, but she wanted a child and to give them the
best chance she needed to keep to the schedule. Therefore Ezra
could do and say what he wanted, and still get sexual intercourse
that night; anal sex, Ezra's favourite, had been "off the menu"
for several months.

Zoe had changed into her negligee that Andy had given her. He had
bought it, along with a thousand pounds worth of designer
lingerie and sexy nightwear for Amy, for her birthday, but they
had split up less than amicably before the big day and as Zoe and
Amy were the same size he had given it to her a few days
previous.

Both Zoe and Ezra liked the silky garment, and it was Zoe's
favourite. She felt most of the clothing Andy had given her was
too explicit, although Ezra disagreed, but the black negligee was
subtle and powerful. It hanged from Zoe's shoulders and traced
her curves alluringly before finishing a few inches below her
mons. The slit up both sides drew Ezra's attention as they
flapped open as Zoe walked into the room.

Ezra turned off the football and allowed his sexy wife to pull
his rugby shirt over his head. He beamed at her and she pushed
him back on the bed, before sliding his tracksuit bottoms off of
him.

Zoe looked appreciatively at his inflating thick seven-inch cock.
She had only ever slept with Ezra and never had anything to
compare it to, and although her friends often spoke about the
equipment their partners had she had kept quiet. She never really
knew how Ezra really did compare. All Zoe knew is that when Ezra
was not drunk, he made her body do wonderful things with it!

Zoe rubbed her hands down his hairy chest and blew him a kiss
seductively. Ezra's hands reached underneath the flimsy apparel
to cup her smooth buttocks. She stared at him with her deep blue
eyes and shook her head to free her shoulder-length blonde hair
that had gathered over her face.

"Fuck me," Zoe cooed at her husband and he smiled at her. They
kissed and Ezra reached down to Zoe's crack. She was moist and he
slid his fingers up and down her juicy slit.

Zoe purred and he gently probed the opening, slick with juices
and stuck his middle finger up into her.

Zoe groaned as he oscillated her, and his thumb rubbed over her
button. Squeals echoed around the room as Ezra touched her
delicately.

"Oh baby. That's the wrong part of you," Zoe breathed and Ezra
smiled but didn't stop. He circled her button with his thumb and
Zoe squawked and cried out.

She shuddered with an orgasm and looked lustfully at him.
"Doggy," she whispered.

Ezra didn't even get a chance to agree when she grabbed hold of
the headboard and waited for her husband to slide his large cock
into her. She squealed as he pushed it gently into her. She
panted and Ezra gently thrusted forwards with his member.

Ezra grabbed hold of her hips and began to pound her unguarded
pussy relentlessly. She squealed and cried out as he rammed into
her. Ezra liked rough sex with the doggy style position and using
her hips he could force her down on his member aggressively.

Zoe liked the feeling of being wildly fucked and her head rubbed
up against the pillow, she squealed and cried. "Oh god," she
yelled and screwed up her face.

Ezra was getting near his release. Zoe felt his cock twitch and
she bucked herself back on his member as hard as she could. She
wanted every last drop of sperm.

Zoe panted as Ezra unloaded the contents of his testicles into
her womb. She panted and sighed. It was the third time today, but
she never tired of Ezra doing that.

She felt complete. She felt wonderful. She felt pregnant. She
wasn't, but she so wanted it to be true, they had been trying for
over a year and wanted to be carrying a child more than anything
in the world.

She stayed on the bed for a few moments, her legs up in the air
and her back flat on the bed. It was supposed to assist
contraception, but Ezra had unvoiced doubts. If nothing else, he
got to see a bit more of his partner's lovely "pink bits" in all
their explicit detail.

When she was finished, Zoe went to remove her negligee and put on
some fleecy pyjamas.

"Babe, don't take it off. You look wonderful in it," Ezra told
her and Zoe grinned appreciatively.

"Thanks." Zoe reached across and fiddled with her alarm clock. "I
have set the alarm for six so we can have another go tomorrow
morning. What time is your lunch break tomorrow?"

"Errr ... 1pm."

"Excellent. We can drive out of town for a quickie and then when
we get home before dinner and then ..."

"Babe, I'm only human," Ezra teased and Zoe smiled.

"Look, if we want a baby we need to make sacrifices. We just
gotta keep trying. Now go get your rest, you'll need it
tomorrow."

"Isn't Andy popping 'round tomorrow for tea?" Ezra asked and Zoe
groaned. "He wants to give Rhea some space I think."

"Well he knows we are trying for a baby. We'll send him to the
supermarket or get him to watch telly while we have a quickie.
Hell I've walked in on him having sex a few times, he'll
understand." Ezra snarled. "Come on, you've seen him have sex
before when you were at Uni."

Ezra coughed. "Yeah well ... that was different."

* * * * *

"Izzy's asleep now," Andy muttered at his teary-eyed sister. "She
asked will Daddy be coming."

Rhea snapped herself from her distracted daze and wiped her eyes.
"Can I tell her no? I just can't believe he would do such a
thing, you know, to us. I've known him since primary school and
he has always been so conservative and calm."

Andy sat down on the couch and put his arm around her. She put
her head on his shoulder and burst into tears. "I mean, I tried.
I really tried to give him everything he wanted. I tried to be a
good partner to him, a good mother to Izzy but ..."

Andy soothed her and squeezed her side. "You've done nothing
wrong," he tried but Rhea shook her head.

"I must have done. He's split up our family. Why didn't I see the
signs earlier? We are homeless; we have nowhere to go," Rhea
cried and burst into tears again.


"You do. Stay here, it's big enough," Andy tried but Rhea was
still blubbering uncontrollably.

"I can't. Izzy has school ten miles away. And we can't stay here
for months."

Andy took a deep breath. "Please Rhea, stay. You've nowhere else
to go, in September Izzy can go to the village school and it's
got a big garden for her to play in. It's ideal for you."

Rhea sniffed. "I shouldn't be relying on my family to bail me
out."

"Well you aren't. Stay for awhile until you sort yourself out. I
have so many spare bedrooms. We can even go shopping and get some
paint to decorate your rooms how you want," Andy promised. "You
can even have it shocking pink if you want."

Rhea forced a smile and gave her brother a hug. "And I suppose
that way I can keep an eye on you."

Andy groaned. "Tea?" He asked and Rhea nodded.

"Andy," she called as he was about to leave the room. "If I
wanted to give Si another chance, you wouldn't get angry with me,
would you?"

Andy stared at his little sister biting her nails and shrugged.
"Why? Why would you want him near you after what he has done?"

Tears welled up in Rhea's eyes and she covered her face. "Because
every time I think I want to split up with him, and I know I
should, I just get really worried. Izzy needs him, and I suppose
I do too. I've split up with him before and spend months
regretting it, I just don't want to do anything hasty. And the
thought of him not being with me terrifies me and I want to keep
our family together. I hate him and I want to hurt him. But I
still want him. And Izzy misses him," she reasoned and Andy
looked at his sister in bewilderment. "What would you say if I
gave him a second chance?"

"Sure, if it is really what you want. But you're mad. There are
enough bedrooms."

Rhea screwed up her face rubbed her eyes. "I don't know if I'd
want him to stay with us, I just don't know. I don't know what I
want."

Andy moved back into the room and knelt down beside the sofa and
hugged his emotional sister. "Whatever you want, will be fine,"
he promised. "You do what you need to do."

"In one way I want to kill him. I want to hurt him, like he has
hurt me and I just never want to see him again," she said. "And
I've tried. I've tried to think of him as out of my life but I
just can't. I want him here, but I never want to see him again. I
can't live like that, and I just hate myself for wanting him. My
brain tells me that I shouldn't want to see him alive, but I just
can't not want him. So I don't know what to do."

"It gets easier," Andy muttered. "You'll get over him."

Rhea smiled. "Trouble is, I don't really want to. I want things
to be as they were."

Chapter VII

Zoe's battered car turned up an hour later at Andy's house and
Rhea climbed in. Her eyes were still red, but there was a
calmness about her demeanour and steely resoluteness that
frightened Zoe. They drove in silence to Zoe's house.

"I'll be a minute," Rhea told her as Zoe unlocked the front door.
Rhea walked into the lounge, leaving Zoe by the doorway, where
her partner was sobbing on the couch.

"Oh Rhea," he started and she interrupted him with an
outstretched finger.

"I don't want to split up the family but you seem to think that
paying for sex was more important than me and Izzy."

Simon groaned and Rhea shouted at the stricken gentleman.

"I would like us to try and work through our problems. It will
take months, years probably, and I may never be able to trust you
again, but I would like to try. For Izzy."

Simon wailed and got up to hug Rhea who halted his progress with
an outstretched knee in his genitals. He collapsed prostrate and
Rhea stood over him. "You do not touch me," she shouted. Simon
groaned in agony but Rhea was unrepentant. "Oh come on, two weeks
ago you were paying hundreds of pounds for that"

Simon burst into sobs. "Tomorrow lunchtime you empty the flat of
your possessions and come to Andy's house. He said you could live
there for awhile. It's your second chance. If you are not there
tomorrow I will know you don't want it."

Simon looked up at Rhea smiling through the pain Rhea had caused
but she didn't return it.

"Some ground rules," she said forcefully. "One, there will be no
touching, kissing, fondling, groping, manhandling or sex until I
decide. And when we do, whatever decade that may be, you will
learn how to do it properly. You used to know but you got lazy
and just focus on yourself. It stops, I am not faking any more
orgasms." Simon went to protest but Rhea cut him off. "Two. All
of our money is now controlled by me. You will pay all of your
money a joint account and we will keep a cash book. Any spending
not approved by us jointly and we split. Understand?"

"Yes," Simon replied meekly.

"Three, any further visits to hookers or other women and I will
chop off your soft bits. Four, no attempts to get money from
Andy, or accepting it if he offers. Five, any rows we have are
not be conducted in front of Izzy or Andy. Six, you do not keep
secrets. If I think you are keeping secrets I will hurt you. You
got all that?"

Simon nodded and muttered. "Thank you. I love you."

"And seven. You do not keep telling me you love me. If you loved
me you would not have ripped the heart out of our family. You
would not have made your daughter, your fucking daughter
homeless. She has to change schools, move away from her friends
because of you. So no, you did not love me. When you mean it, you
can say it. Do you understand?"

Simon nodded humbly and Rhea turned on her heels and left, two
minutes after entering the room.

Zoe looked up at Rhea walking past and shrugged, "Are you sure?"

Rhea nodded and breathed out. "Yeah. I think so. But he needs to
realise that this really is last chance saloon."

"He doesn't deserve it."

"I know. But then we need him although I don't know if it will
work. We just have to try. But I am not going to be overly
talkative with him at the moment."

"Well Mum isn't talking to him either," Zoe added and Rhea
groaned. "Actually she says she never wants to see him again."

"I better go see her then," Rhea added and Zoe asked her if it
was really a good idea. The firm look in the young mother's eyes
was definitive and Zoe drove to a family house ten miles away.

Rhea picked up her handbag and got out of the car, knocking
forcefully on the white front door.

"Hiya Zoe, Rhea," Andrew Matheson greeted the moment he saw them.
"How are you Rhea?"

"Yeah, hiya Dad," Zoe replied and Rhea wiped her eyes.

"Where's Emma?" Rhea asked, ignoring the question and Andrew
pointed towards the kitchen.

"Baking cakes. Look Rhea, we know what Simon did and ..."

"I'm fine," Rhea said quickly and strode down the entrance hall
and flung open the kitchen door. Emma Matheson was beating the
mixture in her bright yellow kitchen but put down the icing bag
the moment she saw Rhea.

"Emma," Rhea called out to the woman. "We need to talk."

"Oh Rhea. I am so sorry. I never thought he would do something
like that. I really didn't. If there is anything you or Izzy
need, let us know and we'll try to help but I've told him he is
not welcome here ..."

"No," Rhea said calmly. "You do not get to disown him."

Emma blinked for a moment and then gestured. "But he slept with
fifteen year olds, prostitutes and colleagues. He frittered your
money away and you're homeless."

"I know what he did but he needs us," Rhea replied, her voice
still calm but assertive.

"The Good Lord would not ..."

Rhea banged her fist on the cupboard. "I fucking don't care what
the Good Lord wants. It's what I want. You can't disown him. He
is your son and your granddaughter's father. If Izzy and I can
give him a second chance, everyone else will. I mean it, he is
still my partner and he is still a member of your family. Unless
Izzy and I are to be unwelcome here as well."

Emma recoiled from Rhea's words but shook her head. "I'm sorry
Rhea I do not want him ..."

"You don't get to choose," Rhea shouted firmly and withdrew the
small hunting knife from her handbag. Emma's eyes flicked towards
it immediately and she squealed.

"Put that down, Rhea."

Rhea shook her head. "No. I didn't want to get it out, but you've
made me."

"Rhea. Stop this. I know it's been a shock," she blubbered. "But
he did nasty things and you need help to get through this"

"No. We need help, not just me. He stays as part of our family.
Yes, he is in trouble. A whole fucking cesspit of trouble. But we
will work through it, I know we will. If we come here then all
three of us come or none of us, you understand? You've already
lost one son to prison, do you want to lose your other one?"

Emma watched Rhea's right hand and the weapon in it and breathed
in sharply. "I don't know, Rhea ..."

"Understand?" Rhea said angrily and Emma nodded, her eyes not
leaving the vicious knife in Rhea's right hand. "Good. Now ring
him and tell him to come to dinner around 5pm tomorrow."

Emma hesitated and Rhea gestured with her hands sharply. "OK. OK.
I'll do it."

Emma picked up the phone and Rhea watched. "Oh, and tell him you
love him," Rhea added as the phone rang and Emma raised her
eyebrows. "He needs to know. From everyone."

* * * * *

"Iceland?" Rhea asked and Andy grinned.

"Yeah. Well I'm planning to take in Norway and Faroe Islands
first, come back for a day to clean clothes and the like, and
then two weeks in Iceland."

Rhea hummed. "When?"

"August. Seven weeks on Saturday."

"But Iceland. I mean, you can hardly get a tan on the beach, can
you?"

Andy flicked through the brochure and passed her the page about
the geothermally heated Nautholsvik Beach. Rhea swore at him and
threw it back.

"Hey, you don't fancy taking Izzy, do you? I will hopefully be
working and she'll be off school," Rhea joked but Andy nodded his
head.

"Sure. Why not? I've hardly spent any time with her recently."

"I was only joking, you don't need to. Mum said she would have
her for a week."

"No. I think it is a good idea. Why don't you come too?"Andy
asked and Rhea groaned.

"Work. And I need to work things through with Simon. I think we
will need to have some vicious, blood-curdling, clear-the-air
rows in the next few months and I would rather Izzy didn't hear
all of them."

"Take it easy, you are pregnant you know," Andy warned her.

"Yes, I do know."

"Are you keeping it then?" Andy asked and Rhea smirked.

"I can't have an abortion. I told Si I would because I knew it
would upset him, but I couldn't go through with it. I just hope
Si and I are still together when it is born. I mean, he missed
the birth of Izzy."

"Well that was your fault," Andy replied. He waited for a
response, but before she could answer, Simon pulled up in their
battered car and Rhea eyed him through the lounge window.

"Daddy's here," Izzy shouted but Rhea sent her daughter upstairs
to play in her room instead of greeting the wiry gentleman. This
caused a degree of protest from the enthusiastic whirlwind but a
few choice threats from the expectant mother sent the child
scurryingto her bedroom.

Andy opened the door and Simon averted his gaze immediately.
Although, Rhea had expressly forbade Andy to start any
discussions about Simon's aberrations, her boyfriend was clearly
not aware of this and was, understandably, extremely embarrassed
by the consequences of his sizeable transgressions.

Rhea went out to meet him and he held his hands out to hug his
partner but she shook her head at him and guided him towards the
back garden.

Simon pushed open the wrought iron black gate and they walked
along the side of the house, the conservatory and into the
expansive garden.

"Your home," Rhea said pointing at a two-man tent erected in the
middle of the garden.

"You've got to be," Simon started and Rhea's eyes glowed angrily.

"No, Simon. I am not joking. I do not want to split this family
up because of Izzy and for some strange reason I can't fathom I
still have feelings for you but at this moment I don't really
want to see you or to hear from you. So you will live in the
tent. And when I can trust you, you can move into the shed. And
when I trust you a bit more, the garage, and then the spare
bedroom and maybe, just possibly, after that I might let you move
into sleeping in the same bed as me. But that is a long, long,
long way off."

Simon was scared and looked into the fiery eyes of his partner
who smoothed her hair out.

"Now unpack your shit. What you can't fit or don't want in the
tent can go in the garage and then we need to talk about how much
we owe and what we do next."

Simon nodded and looked back at the tent. "I am really sorry
Rhea, for everything," he murmured and she snorted, her face
softened immediately.

"Yeah I know you are. I'll go put the kettle on and make us some
lunch," she replied softly.

"I can't believe you've given me a second chance," Simon admitted
and Rhea smiled.

"No. Neither can I. But we have been dating for over ten years
and have Izzy. I couldn't walk away from that without giving it
another go," she told him and left to go inside the house.

"I hope you know what you are doing?" Andy asked his baby sister
as she entered the room. Rhea jumped in shock, swore at her
brother and then answered his question with a scowl.

"I do. He's been a sick bastard but he is still Izzy's and bump's
dad, and he isn't a bad person, no matter what everyone says."

Andy rubbed his eyes. "I am not saying he is a bad person, I'm
saying he has betrayed you. How can you ever trust him again?"

A smile flickered across Rhea's face. "Because I have known him
since I was Izzy's age and been screwing him for half that time.
I know him almost as well as I know you, and that's saying
something."

Andy went to protest but Rhea stopped him and told him that she
wanted no further discussion on the subject. Andy snarled in
annoyance, but helped Rhea make lunch.

"And anyway, next weekend I need you to have Izzy for a couple of
hours. Si is going to a tattooist with me, he doesn't know it
yet, but he will have my name inked somewhere onto him. I don't
know where yet, but he clearly needs a constant reminder of who
his girlfriend is."

"Isn't that a bit drastic?"

Rhea shook her head. "I was thinking of getting it on his cock,
what d'ya reckon?"

"I think you are completely and utterly crazy."

* * * * *

"Hey mister," the impatient sixteen year old asked the suited
gentleman who was coming out of the flat. Amelia had her arms
crossed and squinted at him in the harsh Summer sun impatiently.
"Where's Simon?"

The young man, ran his hands through his styled hair and grinned
through his glasses. "Mr Simon Matheson?"

"That's the one. He is supposed to be coming to live with me. He
loves me," she swooned naively and the man smirked.

"Err ... right. Well the bank have seized the property and he
doesn't live here anymore."

Amelia's face fell. "But ... he said he loves me. Where does he
live?"

The man bit his lip. The girl was sexy and curvy, but her
demeanour was swimming with innocence. He knew immediately what
the crafty Mr Matheson had done although a quick glance at the
clipboard in his hand saw a Miss Rhea Williams also on the
mortgage, she was the woman who attacked him. "Perhaps you have
another way of contacting him?"

Amelia shook her head. "I only knew him from work but that was
closed with immediate effect. He has my number but I never had
his." She rubbed her eyes and the gentleman sat down with her on
the steps. "I thought he loved me," she wailed.

They spoke for ten minutes before the man got to his feet. "Come
on," he said. "I only live 'round the corner. Let's get some
lunch from the chippie and a talk."

Amelia smiled. She had worked out that Simon had used her in her
vulnerable state just to get sex, and that she would not let that
happen again. Thankfully some good had come of it, as she had met
Liam who was infinitely nicer and more sympathetic. He would not
take advantage of her, and he said he liked her and showered her
with compliments.

As they got up to leave, "Liam" turned off his phone. He did not
want to be disturbed from work, or from his girlfriend, when he
was seducing a na<ve, impressionable, confused yet
sexually-accessible teenager in another seized property he had
been to earlier.

It would spoil everything. 

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