Adorning the walls are photos of a man dressed in black trousers and a laced up white shirt, and the pompous smile on his face makes Olivia want to retch. Unaware that she is being watched, she walks through her childhood home, wondering who has dared to move in without her knowledge or her permission.
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It was too quiet, so she ran up the stairs to her old bedroom. The door was shut and she heard muffled voices coming from inside the room. She listened with her ear to the door to the unmistakable sounds of sex. She stood with her arms crossed, fuming as each minute passed. When the door opened, she grabbed the man by the arm. "Hey loverboy, who the hell do you think you are?"
The man was unaccustomed to any woman questioning him. He gave the orders in his world. "Woman, let go of me." He raised his hand as if to slap her across the face, but she stopped him in mid swing. "I would think twice about that."