"Ah, there it is. I knew she'd give it up."
Daniel made the comment as he pushed into Janie just three days after she had been with Brian, two days after they had returned home. Her mind wandered back to the time she had shared with her son-in-law in the dark kitchen and his words to her echoed in her head even as Daniel forced himself inside her.
"You're so tight, Janie," she remembered Brian whispering to her as she sat on the counter and he pounded her.
She had grown nervous with his comment.
"I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm so tight after all that foreplay," she remarked anxiously.
Brian had stopped moving and grabbed her face to force her teary eyes to look at him.
"Hey, hey, hey, why wouldn't I want you tight, Baby?" he had asked carefully.
"I don't know. He..just always..just..wants me..I.."
"I'm not him. Just relax. You're perfect," he had said.
She bit her lip as the discomfort of "pushing through" the unreadiness of her now brought that contrast to her mind. Daniel was too distracted to notice and finished without ever noticing her flinching in some state of pain.
The next day she was in tears again, this time with her daughter.
"I've been back three days and I want to come back already. Life here is horrible. Day in, day out, constant bombardment with the most extreme trials of life. I can't take it," Janie texted her girl.
Brian texted her soon afterwards.