Upstairs
Meryl fell back against the mattress, gasping, as the last tremors of that final orgasm fluttered through her. The priest was amazing in bed. And in the hallway. And up against a wall. And that time on Angelina…
It was so strange - not strange like the Nebraskas, but still odd - how, during the day, he would ignore her completely. But every now and then, he'd get this… look in his eyes… hungry. Compelling.
She couldn't say no.
Um, Legato? Hey! "Legato-sama"! D'you mind giving me my body back sometime tonight?
… Please?
I'm really getting tired of this!
Downstairs
Millie wasn't quite sure what to do.
Big big brother had been a loud drunk. She could deal with that.
"That's three times this month! That bastard!"
Middle big sister was known to get maudlin on brandy. She could deal with that, too.
"D'you think he hates me?"
Mr Johnson, from the farm on the other side of the hill, sometimes drank until he saw little crawly things. She didn't like hearing about that one, but could deal with it.
"And why is my arm all tingly again?!"
There was, really, only one possible solution.
…She'd have to outdrink him.