Our Daddy s BakeryChapter 9
Mary didn't even call to check on the kids. Paula made breakfast and about nine the kids and I headed home. Mary was in the shower when we got there. She came into the living room hugging the kids and laughing and joking, happy as could be. She set about cooking a Sunday roast and the house was soon home-like. When I had a chance I questioned what had gone on after I left. Eyes shining she said that the four couples had watched her so-called rape with interest and had discussed it at length....