The more we talked, the angrier I became. While he continued to claim that he made the offer hoping to please me, I suspected his real interest was in...bedding Karen. After all she did claim to be the world's best lover, and with her history, I didn't doubt her. I was more angry about the way he went about it than any thing else. I finally just announced, "OK, let's all get together for dinner and we'll see what happens, and I hope Nate fucks me until I have trouble walking straight!" That left. "I have physical and mental scars from that time. Poppa was the first man to ever give me a hug or a kiss who didn't expect sex from me. My life was a terror until I was fifteen. They hurt me badly and a teacher finally saw the bruises and would not accept my excuses. She called children's services. A nice woman, Anna Armstrong, took charge. She and my teacher took me to a hospital and had me treated. The police went after my parents and found them in possession of all kinds of child porn. I loved to gaze out into the seemingly endless ocean and fantasize about faraway lands. For my mini vacation I decided to spend the night at the Holiday Inn across the street from the beach so I could enjoy my day and not have to rush home. I was really looking forward to spending some much needed time by myself so I could recharge myself. Work has been very hard for me lately because of the pressure of deadlines for some major projects I was in charge of budgeting. A day or two at the beach is. "Well, I'm sure you've got a wife to go home to," Katarina said. "And I shouldn't keep you. Thanks, for everything." She handed Chris his jacket back then turned bravely to face the night."Wait," Chris called out. "Would you mind coming with me to the park? There's something I do there every winter. I think you'll enjoy yourself." Katarina looked at him cautiously. "Come on, for the spirit of Christmas." I thought you said you stopped believing." I still hope to bring it back, at least for.