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"
It
’
s
not
uncommon
.
You
’
ve
had
two
children
.
"
Lydia
sat
silently
working
on
the
clay
.
Then
she
laid
down
her
tool
.
She
walked
over
to
the
corner
of
the
kitchen
near
the
back
door
.
I
watched
her
bend
down
and
pull
her
boots
off
.
Then
she
pushed
down
her
jeans
and
her
panties
.
Her
cunt
was
right
there
looking
at
me
.
"
All
right
,
you
bastard
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
’
m
going
to
show
you
you
’
re
wrong
.
"
I
took
off
my
shoes
,
pants
and
shorts
.
I
got
down
on
my
knees
on
the
linoleum
floor
,
and
then
eased
down
on
top
of
her
,
stretching
out
.
I
began
to
kiss
her
.
I
hardened
quickly
and
felt
myself
penetrate
her
.
I
began
to
stroke
.
.
.
one
,
two
,
three
.
.
.
There
was
a
knock
on
the
front
door
.
It
was
a
child
’
s
knock
-
tiny
fists
,
frantic
,
persistent
.
Lydia
quickly
pushed
me
off
.
"
It
’
s
Lisa
!
She
didn
’
t
go
to
school
today
!
She
’
s
been
over
at
.
.
.
"
Lydia
jumped
up
and
began
pulling
her
clothes
on
.
"
Get
dressed
!
"
she
said
to
me
.
I
got
dressed
as
quickly
as
I
could
.
Lydia
went
to
the
door
and
there
was
her
five
year
old
daughter
:
"
MOMMY
!
MOMMY
!
I
cut
my
finger
!
"
I
wandered
into
the
front
room
.
Lydia
had
Lisa
on
her
lap
.
"
Oooo
,
let
Mommy
see
.
Oooo
,
let
Mommy
kiss
your
finger
.
Mommy
will
make
it
better
!
"
"
MOMMY
,
it
hurts
!
"
