“So it was good lunch then?”

The working day had ended and I was driving Becky back to her apartment so she could pick up a couple of changes of clothes. The rest of the day had passed without much happening. I had only seen Sarah once as she was helping out in a meeting. I had come back from my lunch with Emma feeling good about the decision. I knew that my new outlook on life could handle the fact that Becky would soon be having sex with my daughter. I was fine with it…..no seriously.

I had managed to quickly let Becky know what Emma and I had discussed. I didn’t go into all the details but she knew that I was happy to let her and Emma have a relationship with each other.

“Yeah. It felt good to put it all out there. How do you feel about it?” I asked her.

“Well I guess it will be strange. I’ll just let it happen naturally, no need to force it.”

I decided to drop Sarah’s proposal into the conversation, “So I do have something to ask you.”

She turned in her seat, “What’s that then?”

“Sarah asked me something after our fumble. She wanted to do it again in a more ‘private’ location.”

“I am assuming you said yes?” she giggled

“Well……she asked if you could be involved as well. I think she is pretty keen on you.”

“Really? Well….I can’t see why not.” she said

“So do you want me to tell her that we can organize something?”

“Yeah go on. Maybe have her around for dinner one night and see if things fall into place.”

“OK – I’ll tell her.”

And just like that our first possible threesome was organized. I smiled to myself as we pulled into Becky’s road.

My smile disappeared as soon as I pulled up to Becky’s front door. Her bedroom window was smashed and had a board up against it. Across her front door in huge red letters were the words ‘Bitch’ and ‘Whore’. I turned to see Becky’s face pale white with her hand over her mouth. She looked at me, then her door, then her window and then back at me. She burst into tears.

“Give me your house keys and stay in here.”

She handed over her keys and I hopped out of the car. I went up to the door and saw that an attempt had been made to jimmy open the lock. I put the key in and opened the door. The inside of the apartment was untouched. As I turned into her bedroom I could see a garden ornament, a stone frog, was the object that had been launched through the window. There was glass all over her floor and bed.

I heard a knocking at the door. I walked back into the hall and saw an older man standing in the front door frame.

“I’m very sorry,” he said, “we didn’t know how to contact the young lady that stays here. I put something across the window as it was going to rain later on tonight.”

I heard my car door close. Becky walked around the car and up to the man.

“Thank you Mr Henson,” she said with a barely concealed venom.

He turned and gave Becky a sad smile, “Hello dear, I’m so sorry. I didn’t see who did all this.”

Becky’s cheeks were wet with tears but her eyes were hot with fury, “I have a pretty good idea. You and Martha are OK though?”

“Oh yes,” he replied. He turned to me, “Such a lovely girl, always thinking of others.”

I touched him on his shoulder, “Thank you Mr Henson. I’ll make sure she is looked after.”

He smiled again, “Well very good, very good.”

Becky walked into her apartment and I was about to follow when the old man grabbed my arm with a surprisingly firm grip.

“It was that horrible man who used to visit her all the time. Martha and I weren’t keen on him. Too much shouting and aggression. Don’t tell her though, it will just worry her. That wonderful girl doesn’t deserve that. Do you know she looked after me when my dear Martha had a fall. She cooked and cleaned and always sat up and watched some television with me…or just talked. Take care of her Mister. She’s one of the good ones.”

With that he turned and walked slowly back to his open front door and closed it behind him. I think I just fell in love with Becky all over again.

I walked into her apartment and found her sitting on her bed. She looked up at me with gritted teeth.

“It’s fucken Terry. That sonofabitch.”

“Well we don’t know that. Do you want to call the police?”

“What’s the point! They’ll say they don’t have evidence. I hate him Micky….I fucken hate him!”

I took her in my arms and felt her body convulse with the strength of her sobs. After 10 minutes she finally sat up.

“RIGHT…..enough of this feeling sorry for myself. I need to pack some stuff up and get over to yours. I’ll get this sorted tomorrow.”

With that she grabbed a small mountain of clothes and put them in a bag. And by bag I meant a suitcase. She had so much stuff that I had to sit on the case while she struggled with the zip.

“Um….are you staying over or moving in?”

She looked at me with a wicked smile, “One thing at a time Micky.”

My mouth went into autopilot mode. Before i even knew what was happening I was speaking, “Well why don’t you…..why don’t you just move in….with me….at my place……with me.”

She stopped what she was doing and looked at me, cocking her head to the side.

“Really? You want me to move in with you?”

Autopilot engage, “Yeah. I was hoping you would stay over at mine as much as possible anyway. It’s not that crazy. Is it? Am I being crazy?”

She sat on the bed, “A little bit crazy.”

Autopilot command cancelled, rational thinking override, “GAH, what was I thinking! We can’t move in together we’ve only just met and……..”

“Yes.”

“……….and you don’t want to be living…….wait…..what?”

“Yes. I’d love to move in with you.”

“You would?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Um….cause we’ve only been together for a few weeks?”

“So?”

“…………….um……”

I had nothing. There really wasn’t one reason I could come up with that made me think it was a bad idea. I loved her company. It meant we could be together at night. If things went well with her and Emma it would be best for that AND it would mean that I would see more of Emma.

“OK….move in.”

She jumped off the bed and into my arms. She wrapped her legs around my waist and gave me a huge hug and kiss.