Her husband had been a CPA and made good money, but his gambling addiction kept them broke and deeply in dept. She divorced him when he was arrested f...r fraud. He'd gambled away some of his client's money. He was currently in prison and would sit for his first parole hearing next month."Money isn't what life is about, Eric," she said. "Remember that. Oh, I'll admit that it's better to be rich than poor, but strength of character and love put money a poor third in the total scheme of things.". With a glint in her eye, she headed to the next office to gloat.Gwen looked up at the knock and grimaced. “I don’t have time for this, Sue. It’s ten minutes after 9 o’clock and I’m already an hour behind.”“Oh, I’ll be quick,” replied Sue as she settled into the visitor’s seat. “I couldn’t help but notice that your team lost this weekend. Sucks to be you, doesn’t it?”“They’ll bounce back from the loss higher and better.”“Yeah, they’ve had a lot of practice bouncing, haven’t they?”“Don’t be a. By now it was no surprise that he wasn't going to fuck her gently. His cock was huge, a weapon he used to stab her with over and over, hitting all the right spots, but she couldn't breath, couldn't voice the pleasure, couldn't hold on to this savage fucking. Everything was beginning to slip away, and she fought to breath against the hands throttling her. But it was a losing battle, and she almost welcomed the blank unconsiousness that enveloped her. When she came to he was forcing his lubed up. A quick scan showed he had multiple angry-looking cuts all over her arms, legs, torso, and face.Are those scars from being cut open, or something even worse?All of them had something deep down inside that looked like whoever treated the wounds missed something that wound that caused them the scar. I saw a lot of bacteria inside him appeared close to the bacteria in his roommate. He didn’t have any antibiotics in his body either. What I found out was that the bacteria was causing pus that was.