Thursday morning in the bedroom of Paul Langley and his wife Judy's bedroom -- Paul was sweating and puffing a bit in his exertions on top of Judy in the missionary position. He felt almost there with the familiar tightening of his balls. A few more pushes and he would fill his wife with his seed. Judy was calm and detached as she spoke the four words no husband wants to hear. No, not we have to talk. Judy looked at her husband of only nine months and said, "Are you finished yet?"
It was Saturday and I went to visit my sister that afternoon. I didn't stay long because she said she had a headache. I drove home and walked into the house. It was quiet and I didn't see my husband Tony or my eighteen year old daughter Rachel. As I walked down the hallway I heard noises. The door was partially closed. I pushed it open a little more. There was my husband and daughter in bed.
My son Rick just arrived home from college. He was nineteen at the time. He had grown since he was last home. He was taller and his body had filled out. We were alone in the house. My husband had gone to work. I was walking down the hallway when I heard this sound. It sounded like a slapping noise. Rick's bedroom door was partly open.