Do you have any family, without your poor mother?”
Mary shook her head. Anal sex She raised herself up and dropped back down once more. Mary paused at the front door, looking back. Each night, of course, he thought about killing her, but always he decided it could wait another night, maybe two. He would never be young again now, not if he did not kill. Why did she continue to humor him? He went for Mary but the boy was in the way, and the two of them fell, tangled in a heap. So soft, she looked, so delicate, so easy to take in his arms and crush against him until there was not a drop of life left in her, to leave her a withered shell, never again to smile or laugh or sing or —
“Grandfather,” said Mary, turning around. “Do I need help?”
“Yes?” she said, sounding chipper.
