The element of surprise arouses him, promises more. She hardly ever refuses, well not convincingly anyway. He knows she
likes what he does.
She used
to squeal with delight like her mother did early on. Now her
face scrunches up to accentuate her deep dimple. He adores that dimple
but the look of displeasure almost turns him off.
Almost.
He has his fun and no one’s the wiser. He assures himself that it can't be bad.
