When I got back to the Huberts' house the car had gone. I rang the bell nervously and Mrs Hubert opened it and walked back into the lounge."Sit there,... she said, pointing to the sofa. We sat together and I wondered if I had misunderstood and this was to be a grilling or a lecture."So you and Mandy are not like you used to be," she ventured. I nodded."Have you had...?" she mumbled, the bravado having suddenly disappeared."No," I said. "Just..." Fumbling around up against the wall and feeling her. I’d been doing arithmetic and other bullshit for several hours and it was definitely time to find relief from that. Come to papa.“I DON’T talk that way. You made me do it. To satisfy… your own arousal.”Weird. Why would she choose that word? Is she not aware that’s a very feminine thing to say and I might be mistaking it for some thoughts she’s having that aren’t mine exclusively? Plus, well you know - the way it sounded when she said it. “And yours too,” I noted accurately. “You talk that way. When he worked his way back to our table after shaking a whole bunch of hands, she gave him one of her patented bear hugs and a big kiss. He came around to me to hand me the award. I shook his hand, then gave him a hug too. I don't think I'd ever done that before. It just felt right."You must be very proud of him," Merilee said, as things quieted down."Yeah. Always have been. Tonight was good for him," I said quietly, hoping he hadn't heard me.I shouldn't have worried about it. Pop was standing. She leans back, hissing. “Get off me, you fucking old pervert.” But I’ve got my hips against hers now, grinding, The more she struggles, the more of me she gets. She’s gasping, grunting, teeth clenched, but not, interestingly, screaming. The door’s open, too. I reach back to kick it shut, and she breaks free, running; but not for the door. She’s run herself into a dead end, around the corner between counters and cupboards, out of sight of the door. The button’s still there, on the counter. She.
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