You knew I was lying when I told you I'd been locked out. After all, you'd looked after the house dozens of times at my father's request. You were always his favourite neighbour, and mine too. Those doors were coded, so it was no coincidence that you found me on your doorstep shivering in lingerie that barely covered this barely legal frame. But you still let me in Will; you let me in because the veins bulging from your temples and the hard-on raging beneath your slacks couldn't care about the words you stuttered: "I'm-I'm old enough to be your f-father!" And I couldn't care either, Will, because just the night before I'd finally blown out my 18th birthday candle, and when I did, I pictured this very moment the way I'd done thousands of times since my pussy could get wet. I was going to leave your house pregnant if it was the last thing I'd ever do. As I moved in and took what was always mine, I felt the breath leave your body as I whispered into your neck "I love you, Will.' You didn't mention her once, but I have a plan for your fiancée when she's finally got home from her trip. I won't be too cruel- she can keep the ugly furniture in your living room when your glowing bb mama moves in.