Chapter Four
Maureen rolled off Sam’s body and lay face down on the bed sobbing uncontrollably. Sam watched her indifferently for awhile, then got up and went to the bathroom to piss. When he returned, Maureen had quieted somewhat but was still crying. She could faintly hear Brian downstairs and preparing the foldout couch to sleep on. Sam stood next to the bed for a moment before he turned Maureen over. She stared at the ceiling refusing to look at him. Roughly, he pulled her so that she was on the edge of the bed. Her lipstick was smeared and her mascara had streaked her cheeks. She looked at him, the hatred burning in her eyes. He moved closer so that his c**k dangled above her face. “Put a fuckin pillow under your head and open your mouth,” he ordered. She hesitated for a moment, then
