Slowly her grip on my shoulder weakened. My heart thumped in its chest as I watched Mrs Sands walk to the kitchen. “I’ll tell you what’s going to happen,” she fixed me with a deadly stare, “you’re going to take this check. I looked down as I began twitching with fright. Mrs Wilk was not a beautiful woman but I fantasized about her that night. “Josh, you need to give them to me… right now!” As she said this she got up and stood over me. More, I had the paperwork that proved her infidelity or her dark secret. Her mother, Anne, had a kid nobody knew about. 3. Tomorrow you’re going to give me any copies you made. “No,” Tiffany tried her hardest to sound strong and her hand twitched away from my jeans. But suddenly her pace increased; slowly her hand gripped tighter and her strokes covered my full length. In essence, all the dead-livingness of middle-America in its modern glory: an incredible sea of boredom and fantasy. Instead, it would be mine and she would obey exactly what I commanded her to do.
