Obsession

[Maid of Marvels]

Jane woke early, listening carefully for sounds that would tell her where both of her parents were. The sound of an alarm. The toilet flushing. The shower running. Clattering of pots and dishes in the kitchen. The low, menacing growl of her father's voice and the high near-hysterical whine of her mother's. At long last came the sound of the front door slamming and the loud vroom of the car starting up. Even still she waited... Just to be certain.

"Janey? He's... gone."

She jerked her head up at the sound of her mother's voice, but didn't want to see or speak with her either. Maybe her anger was misplaced, Jane thought. Maybe not. Either way, one thing was certain. If she ever got away, she would die before she let anything like this happen to a child of her own.

After a few minutes, she heard her mother sigh and walk back downstairs. Time for her soaps, Jane figured... and that was fine by her. Knowing that there would be cleaning up to do, Jane decided that could wait until she showered. Pushing back the dresser, she unlocked the door and padded quietly across the hall.

Making sure that the bathroom was locked, Jane undressed quickly and stepped under the stream of hot water splashing down from the shower massage. It felt so good -- like hundreds of tiny fingers -- touching, caressing, smoothing away the tightness in her body.

Jane's eyes closed as her hands began to spread the creamy lather over her body. Her breasts first, she felt her nipples pucker and a warm, sweet feeling begin to grow between her legs. "Mmm... " she murmured softly, remembering the kiss she'd shared with Greg just two short nights ago.

He'd tried to touch her... there, but pulled back his hand when she had told him no. He understood. Not like... Images of the Head Master and what he had done to that girl began to invade Jane's thoughts as her hands slipped lower, her fingers parting the soapy tangle of hair between her legs.

Forcing herself to think of other things, Jane wondered now about Greg. Was he that big? Was... She moaned softly as her fingertips whorled over and through her most intimate of places. "Oh, Greg... Oh... " Jane cried out softly as she felt her orgasm begin, but it was the look on Daddy's face she envisioned in her mind's eye and the way he had watched her while he stroked himself.

 

[Tibxo]

Manning

The combination of a sleepless night and the growing apprehension of what is waiting for him at work since throwing a sickie the day before puts him in a fouler mood than normal. It takes all of his will-power not to give his wife a well-deserved slap after he finds she has cooked his eggs too long.

Instead, he just gives her a warning before slamming the front door behind.

As predicted, Manning had found himself in front of James' desk where for the next 20 minutes, he was told 'how disappointing it was he was unable to come in yesterday' and that James was 'concerned at the number of sick days he has been taking recently'.

All Manning could do was apologise before shuffling back to his job.

"I hear that James had another go at you, Ted." A colleague of his asks as they take their lunch break.

"Yeah. Fucking shit! It's as if he ain't got nothing better to do. " Manning complains, his face full of sausage.

"You'd better watch it, pal. I hear that he was pretty pissed with you for yesterday."

"So? I ain't scared. I hate this fucking job anyway."

"Come on, pal. We both know you can't afford to lose this job. Not with the mortgage and you sending your daughter off to private school."

"Lose my job?" Manning stops his fork as it is about to feed him a bunch of chips.

His friend leans closer.

"Look, Ted. Word is that James is gunning for you. You remember Betty in Accounts? She overheard James ranting to old man Stratford about how he wants you gone"

Manning swallows nervously. He knew that he has been in a little trouble lately, but to actually lose his job?

"My advice, pal, is to keep your head down and work hard. Let this whole thing blow over."

As he works through the rest of the day, the lunch time conversation goes round and round in his head. And he could swear that everytime he looks in the direction of James' office, he sees the man looking at him...