”She had a couple evening nightmares herself, but when it seemed to be at the worst, she would curl up tighter against me, and that seemed to help h...r nightmares. It would take an impossibly strong person of any sex who wouldn’t have nightmares after what she went through.It was the best of times, and I dreaded how it couldn’t last. There was still a part of me that figured that once we had resolved the situation with her family, that they would be able to move on, and leave me behind. I. Or rather, no possibilty of his ejaculation." But he can be entered?" Very definitely. The vagina we have created can accomdate at the veryleast the whole head and a part of the shaft, this will be effectivelyinside his body in the channel created between the stitched skin of whatwas his sack and the perenium via the membrane. He will be able to feelbeing both opened and entered." The head will be completely inside you say? The business end at least." Ha, as you, say 'the business end.' And. I dressed and headed to class. All day I found it difficult to concentrate on the lectures, my thoughts constantly drifting to Rita. When I arrived home, Rita was already there. Usually she worked late, but today she was home, sitting on the sofa, sipping a glass of wine. She smiled as I entered, raising her glass and saying, “Come celebrate with me Eddy, my divorce was finalized today!”She poured me a glass of wine and I sat down in the chair beside the sofa. We clinked our glasses and I took. Not to mention he was tall, like 6’2.’ It’s indescribable how scary he looked. He was also armed to the teeth. He had a machete, a sniper rifle, and a suppressed .45. I looked closer and also discovered he’d stolen our Bowie knives. I tried standing up but he was on me before I could blink. With a swift jab to a pressure point, I was unconscious yet again. I regained consciousness for the second time, but I was already sitting up. That’s weird. Why am I sitting up? I thought. I tried to move.