“Sergeant Major,” the judge looked up. “You’ve never been married?”“No, sir. I never found a woman willing who I felt could cope with the ...ife of a military wife.”He turned his attention to a nervous Louisa. “Fifty-nine. You think enough of this old man to commit your life to him.” Notice – that was a statement, not a question.“Yes, sir ... Your Honour. He’s not old in my eyes, and I already love him.”The judge nodded. “I want you to realise, Fifty-nine, that the order I’m going to make does. .a picture.....my wifes face.....grims of orgasm.....Beebeep....picture zoomed out.....wife on all four, tits hanging, a man behind her, pulling her hair, her head is forced backwards......Beebeep....picture..she laid on her back, on top of a man....feet spread wide, pussylips apart....and a fat swollen dick in her butt.Then silence....long silence.....The minutes went by, my hard on stayed....Beebeep....a film...still on her bakc on top of him....he was pinching her nipples as she was rubbing. ”He hands me a piece of paper. It’s written in my boyfriend’s handwriting. It says he has secretly been gambling for a long time and he has lost a lot of money. It says that he told the men they can take payments from me to pay off the debt. I reach for my purse.How much is it?” I ask. “Too much,” the man says. “We have another way for you to make payments. You will have to come with us.”I say no. The man tells me they have taken my boyfriend somewhere. They won’t let him go until I make the. I knew what mywish would be, that was not a problem. I heard the usual mutterings inthe kitchen of a cake being lit, and pretended to follow the conversationof two people next to me arguing over whether flip flops were still cool."Turn out the lights, close the curtains," Sarah said and there was ascurry to plunge the room into darkness.As a large chocolate cake studded with sixteen candles was brought in bymy new parents from the kitchen all my friends started singing "HappyBirthday to you".