Sara believed he was in love with her, and she fell in love with him. When he asked her to marry him, she joyfully accepted and believed she'd live ha...pily ever after. Hah!For starters, Melville was a neat freak. Everything had a place and everything damned well better be in its place, but his neatness phobia went beyond anything Sara dreamed possible.Later, Sara figured Melville married her because he wanted a trophy wife as a hostess for his lavish dinner and cocktail parties. Declarations to. You ain't exactly my type, but in a pinch, I reckon you'll do. You familiar with the expression, squeal like a pig, boy?"Holy shit, I thought to myself. Was this guy saying what I thought he was? Was he planning on r****g me right here in this deserted rest stop?"Um, I don't think you understand, sir," I said. "I'm not gay or anything." Who the fuck said anything about gay?" he bellowed. "Are you calling me a fag?" Well, uh, no, definitely not," I whimpered, desperate to get out of this. Maria knew her crew was a loyal one and would fight to the death for their capitan, but it was that what worried her. Death…it seemed to permeate the air, and deep into her very being. She knew bad things were on the horizon for both Rayne and Gabriella, but as of yet, she had no clue as to what that would be. Finally tiring, she found her bunk and fell into a troubled sleep, as did Rayne when the helmsman took over at dawn. The next day dawned gray and foggy, a chill permeated the air and. I rise up and step out and pull your head and back forward so I can slip in the tub behind u, my pussy and belly and tits slide down your back as I lay u back on me and my hands go to work under the bubbles on yur breasts, making the nipples come even more to life as I squeeze them and twist them just the way u like. I give u and I another drink of wine, then my hands slide slowly down your belly to your pussy, playing down there as if I was playing with myself when I think of u. Your head is.