Shattered.
Tired.
Sportacus and Budding Vet collected and settled...She thanks God for DVD players no matter what anyone says. They are useful when parents are so tired! Doors locked and all in place; they are safe. They have drinks and snacks...and Mummy needs some rest.

Bags and coats put away..the silent closing of the bedroom door...cocooned in silence: peace.They know where she is; they know she needs quiet.

Sitting and kicking off boots...not even undressing, just sliding down the zip of her skirt and slipping off stockings, she swings her legs up onto the bed...softness beneath her and she drifts...almost immediately into a deep sleep.

The buzz of her phone stirs her and she reaches...and misses. Reaches again. Struggling to open her eyes. She's been asleep for over half an hour and the low voice of the DVD still soothingly plays in the room beneath. Finally, eyes open, mind stirring...his words swim into view. It's him. Floyd Fan..the gentle yet thorough planner of Future Fun Time. Smiling, she stretches and then snuggles under her bathrobe...and feels the sudden dart of pleasure between her thighs..

She squirms, she turns and responds to him.
Firstly in words. She sends...
She sends her words and then she squirms some more...
He sounds alone and almost anxious...she reassures. She wants him so much; she yearns to remain untouched until it is he who satisfies and plunges deep inside her.
She needs the touch of him.
She needs the urgency of him.

He buzzes again...
She smiles and lets him into her desires...
She squirms some more and realises her skin is so smooth as her skirt slides upwards...

She wants to be raised.
To be turned over.
To be held firmly.
To be entered deeply and hard and angrily.

It takes seconds...
Hips thrusting.
Thighs clenching.
Back arching.
Shouts stifling.

The after shocks shake through her for some time...

Finally she is still except for the tremendous vibrant heartbeat within.

Wifely duties beckon she tells him.

I will be coming soon, he replies.