Chapter Eleven
Her breasts swayed above him like large pears, n*****s dark and prominent as, from his kneeling position on the bathroom floor, the strong thighs of her bowed-legs presented themselves to his eyes as she lowered herself onto the lavatory seat.
Almost four months into the term of the contract his circumstances had forced him to sign, he now hated her with every minute fibre of his being.
That the contract was now meaningless being but one of the reasons for his heightened antipathy.
It was not a few moments later that the sound of her piss hitting the water of the bowl reached his ears and he was glad his eyes were lowered in the way she insisted that she might not read the shame in them; though he was not quite so concerned that she would note the murderous hatred keepin
