Her blood pressure was down, her ulcers hadn't acted up inweeks, and she hadn't had a drop of alcohol in months. Her life might notbe something out of...the saucy fiction that she enjoyed reading online (atthe library), but it was a lot realer than the dreary lie that she'dslogged through for decades. She might hate her circumstances, but atleast she didn't hate herself.Then something blindsided her, and she was thrown to the ground. Sheheard a vaguely angry voice and there were more dull blows. And I was right. I went in the bathroom and just conveniently forgot to put my diaphragm in. And when I came out, he didn't say a word. He just fucked me and went right to sleep." I see. And then?" Then I had my time of crying and sadness in the bathroom. But the next morning I was going to try again. The truth is that I had decided to really try and make the marriage work. I had dropped Kevin and the baby at my mom and dad's, and then I came home to really make Greg feel welcome. I told him to. "That's my blind niece." Hey, whatever man. She's like a total fox. Can I buy her? I got cash."Just for fun, I paused as if considering his insipid offer. Emma grew more apprehensive with each passing second, and then suddenly she stood behind me with her arms around my waist. I guess she decided her classy kidnapper was a safer bet than some bottom-dwelling gangbanger. "No, I think I'll keep the little slut," I could hear Emma let out a sigh of relief."Yeah, I gets it. Incest is best. Hey,. . to... to... I'm sorry... I was so..." I tried to say, but wholephrases didn't want to come off my mouth. He took a step closer andmuffled my lips with his hand, told me a dry "It's Ok.". He looked at mein the eye and then smiled, took my backpack, passed his arm around mywaist and drove me again to his home.We walked in silence through the quiet streets and when we arrive his handwas again placed over my bum, but this time it felt nice and reassuringinstead of the previous weird.As soon as we.