Chapter Two
But Martha Ziegler had been asleep and clueless. Was she as clueless now? “Hello, Harry,” Cora greeted, still shaking from not only the orgasm but also from getting caught m**********g by Harry. “There’s no need to diddle your p***y any longer,” he said, “f**k flicks aside; Harry Mallard is back in town.”
Cora’s toes curled. She had not seen Harry since the cotillion two years earlier, but she thought about Harry and hated Harry, and loved Harry and wanted nothing more in the world than to be Harry’s girl. Had he not taught her all she needed to know about herself? A self she kept as secret as the hidden desires of a wayward wife. No one suspected who she had become, not Mother, not the boys she dated, not the men she seduced, not anyone. She was Harry’s Cunt-Jump, and she ex
