The Affair
February 16th 2012 03:41
Asha moved to the cab, and she hopped inside. She looked to the cab driver who smiled and asked where she wanted to go. She told him as her heartbeat thumped. By the car window her boyfriend Jack came up and punched! It was a massive hit, however all he did was injure himself. The cab driver drove off, and Asha felt safe. She had made it.
Asha leaned back with a smile on her face. She had raced away from an attack. Her boyfriend had gotten drunk with a friend and had then invited her over. Asha had been told she was going to sleep with the both of them, and the way they snickered made her feel as though it was going to be a wicked time. Asha didn't really want to be their porn doll, so she said she had needed to go to the toilet first. Her boyfriend had said okay. She had slipped away, made a phone call to order a taxi, and then she had raced out of the house as soon as she had seen the car park outside. She had done it! Escaped! She would no longer be at risk. She would never see Jack again.
“Well that was an adventure;” she muttered as she smiled.
Asha leaned back and began to relax. She had never felt so comfortable in the back of the car. She felt as though she were driving first class, when it was just some grubby old taxi. She felt good.
“I am so glad I live in a palace;” she muttered before she heard the car stop.
Asha looked out the window. Outside was the gate to her house. It was tall. It was electric. No one would ever break in. Asha smiled. There was no threat to her any longer.
“Thank-you;” Asha sung as she paid the fare.
Asha hopped out of the taxi. She moved to the gate. There she entered her security pin, then she entered through the gate. She walked up the garden to the house. The house was a mansion, and very large. She smiled at it. Inside it was lavish, but on the crust it was an ordinary house.
“I am just glad I don't clean it;” she muttered before she moved inside of the house.
Asha moved inside. She saw portions of her family. Her cousin Rowe. Her brother Andrew. Her sister Lilly. She could see them, but they were busy. Lilly was on the telephone, where as the other two were playing a computer game.
Asha quietly moved upstairs, and she smiled. She floated towards her room, but on the way she heard a noise, and she grew distracted. Asha moved to her parents door, and she opened it. Inside she saw her father having sex with the housekeeper! Her breasts were hanging out of her top! It was a morbid sight. They were large and droopy. It made the duo look like Italian porn! Asha shivered, and then she slammed the door closed.
Asha moved to her room, and there she fumed to her bed. She was depressed. With a flick of her feet she took her shoes off. She then began to rub them on the carpet to make them feel less cramped. The arches in her shoes always made her feet feel that way. Cramped.
Suddenly the door opened! In stomped her father Andrew as he shoved a silk robe on. It was an Asian robe which he had gotten on his business trip. He had used it widely, and continued to use it whenever he needed to take a shower or a swim in the pool on the rooftop. Asha looked to him as he came up to her. He stood in front of her.
“So what's the deal with the door slamming?” he asked as he narrowed his eyes.
“How do you know it was me?” asked Asha as she narrowed her stare.
“Full house security camera;” told Andrew as he narrowed his eyes.
“Oh;” shuddered Asha unable to believe she could have forgotten about it.
“So?” asked Andrew. “Come in and say sorry;” he enthused.
“Why?” asked Asha.
“Because the housekeeper will be embarrassed;” he said.
“Oh...” whined Asha.
“Hurry, she should be dressed by now;” told Andrew.
“Oh...” whined Asha.
Asha followed Andrew to his room. There he met the housekeeper, and she said she was sorry for door-slamming. The housekeeper nodded, and then she smiled and left. Her face was red, and she was suffering heart-murmurs. She told Andrew she would return in a week. He nodded, and then he turned to Asha.
“Well that's spoiled my day;” he muttered as he narrowed his eyes.
“Same with me;” told Asha. “I didn't know you were having affairs! What would mum say?” she questioned.
“Nothing;” told Andrew as he glared at Asha. “She will say nothing because she won't know;” he muttered as he looked to her. “Will she?” he muttered in a tight tone.
“Are you asking...” muttered Asha as she gasped inside of her throat.
“Yes;” told Andrew as he glared at her.
“Okay;” sighed Asha. “But only this once;” she muttered. “Otherwise I'll tell;” she said.
Andrew smiled. He then narrowed his eyes as Asha turned and walked out the door.
Asha leaned back with a smile on her face. She had raced away from an attack. Her boyfriend had gotten drunk with a friend and had then invited her over. Asha had been told she was going to sleep with the both of them, and the way they snickered made her feel as though it was going to be a wicked time. Asha didn't really want to be their porn doll, so she said she had needed to go to the toilet first. Her boyfriend had said okay. She had slipped away, made a phone call to order a taxi, and then she had raced out of the house as soon as she had seen the car park outside. She had done it! Escaped! She would no longer be at risk. She would never see Jack again.
“Well that was an adventure;” she muttered as she smiled.
Asha leaned back and began to relax. She had never felt so comfortable in the back of the car. She felt as though she were driving first class, when it was just some grubby old taxi. She felt good.
“I am so glad I live in a palace;” she muttered before she heard the car stop.
Asha looked out the window. Outside was the gate to her house. It was tall. It was electric. No one would ever break in. Asha smiled. There was no threat to her any longer.
“Thank-you;” Asha sung as she paid the fare.
Asha hopped out of the taxi. She moved to the gate. There she entered her security pin, then she entered through the gate. She walked up the garden to the house. The house was a mansion, and very large. She smiled at it. Inside it was lavish, but on the crust it was an ordinary house.
“I am just glad I don't clean it;” she muttered before she moved inside of the house.
Asha moved inside. She saw portions of her family. Her cousin Rowe. Her brother Andrew. Her sister Lilly. She could see them, but they were busy. Lilly was on the telephone, where as the other two were playing a computer game.
Asha quietly moved upstairs, and she smiled. She floated towards her room, but on the way she heard a noise, and she grew distracted. Asha moved to her parents door, and she opened it. Inside she saw her father having sex with the housekeeper! Her breasts were hanging out of her top! It was a morbid sight. They were large and droopy. It made the duo look like Italian porn! Asha shivered, and then she slammed the door closed.
Asha moved to her room, and there she fumed to her bed. She was depressed. With a flick of her feet she took her shoes off. She then began to rub them on the carpet to make them feel less cramped. The arches in her shoes always made her feet feel that way. Cramped.
Suddenly the door opened! In stomped her father Andrew as he shoved a silk robe on. It was an Asian robe which he had gotten on his business trip. He had used it widely, and continued to use it whenever he needed to take a shower or a swim in the pool on the rooftop. Asha looked to him as he came up to her. He stood in front of her.
“So what's the deal with the door slamming?” he asked as he narrowed his eyes.
“How do you know it was me?” asked Asha as she narrowed her stare.
“Full house security camera;” told Andrew as he narrowed his eyes.
“Oh;” shuddered Asha unable to believe she could have forgotten about it.
“So?” asked Andrew. “Come in and say sorry;” he enthused.
“Why?” asked Asha.
“Because the housekeeper will be embarrassed;” he said.
“Oh...” whined Asha.
“Hurry, she should be dressed by now;” told Andrew.
“Oh...” whined Asha.
Asha followed Andrew to his room. There he met the housekeeper, and she said she was sorry for door-slamming. The housekeeper nodded, and then she smiled and left. Her face was red, and she was suffering heart-murmurs. She told Andrew she would return in a week. He nodded, and then he turned to Asha.
“Well that's spoiled my day;” he muttered as he narrowed his eyes.
“Same with me;” told Asha. “I didn't know you were having affairs! What would mum say?” she questioned.
“Nothing;” told Andrew as he glared at Asha. “She will say nothing because she won't know;” he muttered as he looked to her. “Will she?” he muttered in a tight tone.
“Are you asking...” muttered Asha as she gasped inside of her throat.
“Yes;” told Andrew as he glared at her.
“Okay;” sighed Asha. “But only this once;” she muttered. “Otherwise I'll tell;” she said.
Andrew smiled. He then narrowed his eyes as Asha turned and walked out the door.
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