I was younger, I couldn't stand up for myself. Now I'm older and in control of my life, she knows she can't get to me any more.”
Craig knows what growing up with my mother was like. We both bared our souls to each other one night after we were married. He about how his mother's death affected him and how he grew up acting out because he lost her so young. The change in tide happened when it was time to pick a course for university and somewhere, deep down, he knew teaching was for him. He wanted to follow in his mother's footsteps and he wanted to do her proud. Show her that he wasn't the player everyone knew him as. And he sure as shit proved us all wrong. That he was destined for greater things. His pupils adore him, his friends adore him and I love him.
Due to his confession, I had to confess that I had, more or less, been bullied by my mother since a young age. She tore me down when I didn't want tea party birthdays, when I didn't want to be entered into beauty contests and when I chose reading over boys, I think that was the final straw. Since that day, she has tried to drag me down, lower my confidence and thank God, I had Kelsie to boost me back up. The older I've got, the less her comments affect me. I've had to put on big girl knickers and stand up to her. She doesn't like that very much.
“You have me, yano. Always. And if we need to bring a bitch down, we will.”
“Know any good spots to hide a body? Maybe a murder weapon too?” I smile up at Craig, who winks back and elbows me, a twinkle in his eyes.
“I'm sure I could let you in on these areas, Mrs. Thomas, if only to help out my wife. Can't let you bury a body in a shoddy place where the police will find it in an instant. No, I have many an area to hide a body without it ever being found.”
I roll my eyes at his dramatics and chug down the remainder of my wine. “Nice to know you will have my back, hubby.” I watch his lips contort into his trademark smirk and a dirty mask take over his face. I shake my head at him and point a finger. “Oi, head out of the gutter, you sicko!” I move to get up of the sofa only to be dragged back down, Craig towering over me.
“I have your back with anything, baby. But I'd more than love to cum all over your back, what do you say?” He takes hold of his cock through his jeans, rubs a little then pretends to cum over me, even making the noises to accompany his 'orgasm'. Flicking his nose, I push him off me and get up from the sofa. I pick up my wine glass and head into the kitchen to pour myself another glass. I know Craig followed me but I don't acknowledge him, don't even take a glance in his direction. I potter around the kitchen, distracting myself from his presence until he has enough of me ignoring him and pulls me away from the sink and into his arms. My hands are full of soap suds and I smile evilly. Knowing exactly what I am about to do, Craig pushes away from me and runs back into the living room where I chase after him laughing. We run around the sofa, Craig trying to dodge while I try to think up a plan to smear the bubbles in his face. We both stop on opposite ends of the sofa, breathing heavily and laughing at the scenario. In an instant, I jump on the sofa and right into Craig's arms, who, catches me before I fall flat on my arse. The shock of me even attempting to play dirty wears off and we collapse back onto the sofa.
With Craig on top of me, I giggle into his chest and wipe my hands over his face while he makes a face and rolls us over so I'm on top of him. I wipe the remainder of the water into his T-shirt then place my head on his chest, his heart beat slowing down after our play. Craig wraps his arms around my body while we lay in silence.
“Nic?” I look up at Craig, leaning my chin on his chest whilst he stares at the ceiling. “Have you ever tried to find out why our parents hate each other so much?”
I tense up.
That was not the question I was expecting.
And this is
Craig knows what growing up with my mother was like. We both bared our souls to each other one night after we were married. He about how his mother's death affected him and how he grew up acting out because he lost her so young. The change in tide happened when it was time to pick a course for university and somewhere, deep down, he knew teaching was for him. He wanted to follow in his mother's footsteps and he wanted to do her proud. Show her that he wasn't the player everyone knew him as. And he sure as shit proved us all wrong. That he was destined for greater things. His pupils adore him, his friends adore him and I love him.
Due to his confession, I had to confess that I had, more or less, been bullied by my mother since a young age. She tore me down when I didn't want tea party birthdays, when I didn't want to be entered into beauty contests and when I chose reading over boys, I think that was the final straw. Since that day, she has tried to drag me down, lower my confidence and thank God, I had Kelsie to boost me back up. The older I've got, the less her comments affect me. I've had to put on big girl knickers and stand up to her. She doesn't like that very much.
“You have me, yano. Always. And if we need to bring a bitch down, we will.”
“Know any good spots to hide a body? Maybe a murder weapon too?” I smile up at Craig, who winks back and elbows me, a twinkle in his eyes.
“I'm sure I could let you in on these areas, Mrs. Thomas, if only to help out my wife. Can't let you bury a body in a shoddy place where the police will find it in an instant. No, I have many an area to hide a body without it ever being found.”
I roll my eyes at his dramatics and chug down the remainder of my wine. “Nice to know you will have my back, hubby.” I watch his lips contort into his trademark smirk and a dirty mask take over his face. I shake my head at him and point a finger. “Oi, head out of the gutter, you sicko!” I move to get up of the sofa only to be dragged back down, Craig towering over me.
“I have your back with anything, baby. But I'd more than love to cum all over your back, what do you say?” He takes hold of his cock through his jeans, rubs a little then pretends to cum over me, even making the noises to accompany his 'orgasm'. Flicking his nose, I push him off me and get up from the sofa. I pick up my wine glass and head into the kitchen to pour myself another glass. I know Craig followed me but I don't acknowledge him, don't even take a glance in his direction. I potter around the kitchen, distracting myself from his presence until he has enough of me ignoring him and pulls me away from the sink and into his arms. My hands are full of soap suds and I smile evilly. Knowing exactly what I am about to do, Craig pushes away from me and runs back into the living room where I chase after him laughing. We run around the sofa, Craig trying to dodge while I try to think up a plan to smear the bubbles in his face. We both stop on opposite ends of the sofa, breathing heavily and laughing at the scenario. In an instant, I jump on the sofa and right into Craig's arms, who, catches me before I fall flat on my arse. The shock of me even attempting to play dirty wears off and we collapse back onto the sofa.
With Craig on top of me, I giggle into his chest and wipe my hands over his face while he makes a face and rolls us over so I'm on top of him. I wipe the remainder of the water into his T-shirt then place my head on his chest, his heart beat slowing down after our play. Craig wraps his arms around my body while we lay in silence.
“Nic?” I look up at Craig, leaning my chin on his chest whilst he stares at the ceiling. “Have you ever tried to find out why our parents hate each other so much?”
I tense up.
That was not the question I was expecting.
And this is