She had thought I would be a good father for her and Jay’s son…’ His voice grew hoarse as tears, once again, filled his eyes. ‘And I swear to ...od… I wanted to be a good father… but those voices… I wish to God, now… after seeing clearly for the first time what I had become, that I had been the one killed in that accident instead of Jay! And I would have if he’d been the one driving… but a vehicle smashed right into the passenger side of the car, killing Jay instantly! Your mother was sitting. He's much too self- involved to really care about another person."Her assessment seemed to make sense. "But," I said, "he seems to be happy. He has a good job at the brokerage firm. Has a great apartment. Gets all the women he wants..." Guys, like him, get women because of those rugged good looks of his," Lisa stated. "But women know he only wants to use them. They don't care because they don't mind one or two rounds of meaningless sex with a model from the pages of Playgirl magazine." What. " Yes you do." He jacked them in and out faster. The blood- filled clitoris bulged out against his finger, aching for more and more attention.Gwen tried to buck her hips. The ropes burned against her wrists and ankles. The pillow beneath her head was damp and soggy from the tears that rolled down her face as she struggled not to respond.Her body betrayed her, arching up against the pain of her bounds, driving itself against his finger."Fuck. Fuck me, Allen," she whimpered, her mind jiggling. As the warm breeze flowed over my face, I could hear the church bell in the distance. I didn’t want to leave. Charlie told me I had to go, he would be waiting for me when my time came. In his usual upbeat way, he whispered, “No rush my love, take your time, I’ll be here.” I stood up and folded our blanket before returning it to its bag. Looking across the field I could see Verity wiping a tear from her eye. No tears in my eyes, I wanted to leave my lover with a happy face.I took the short walk.