After 15 mins of lip lock i stood up holding her hips with her legs surrounding my pelvic region & laid her to sleep on the sofa & started kissing her...neck she stopped me & asked me to get up i just get up she then increased the tv volume & took me to her bed room . the room was excellent the bed was soft & covered with a dark blue satin cloth as soon as we entered the room i hugged her thightly & started lifting her nightie with one hand suddenly she asked me to leave her & i did she went out. Her heart was pounding in her chest, afraid that they might get caught, but that only added to the excitement she felt, and every time he called her a whore, it just made it hotter. “That’s right,” he whispered. “Rub that cunt. Does that feel good? Do your fingers feel good in you?” “Yes…” she moaned softly “Watch the screen- watch her cum.” The girl on the screen’s face was contorted in agony as she begged her torturer to stop, and then her pleas were cut short as she threw her head back. The first month of his absence flew by because not only did she clean from top to bottom but she re-decorated the main rooms, like their bedroom, the dining room, the living room. All this activity would send her to bed each night exhausted and she did not even play with herself for that first four weeks. Then a telegram came and at first Bess was reluctant to open it but I suppose curiosity got the better of her and she finally took the bull by the horns and tore open the envelope. Fearing it. I went home wondering, hoping, if Vera could be right.Early one Monday morning, in October 2003, I had a particularly vivid nightmare concerning the Serb teenager I had shot in Bosnia. He stood before me, blood gushing from his eyes and screaming in agony, neither of which had actually happened at the time I shot him. Nevertheless it brought me trembling to full consciousness. I couldn't get back to sleep, so decided to go for a run.I pulled on my tracksuit and went out in the chill early.