” I looked for a wedding band. I’m not naïve enough to know some married guys don’t wear their wedding band, so I decided to ask a few probativ... questions. “Trouble on the home front?” I asked. “No,” he replied, “I’m divorced.” “I see,” I replied. “Divorce is not easy, I know. I’ve been there.” So for the next thirty minutes and another drink, we exchanged stories about our exes. I was surprised at how easy that Jack- that was his name- that Jack was to talk with. All I could think is that some. She spent the day taking care of both parents, holding dad’s hand, making sure mom ate something, being the dutiful daughter. When visiting hours were over, she convinced mom to go home, to get a good night’s sleep. She told dad to behave, then drove back to her parent’s house. They arrived home and while mom showered, Holly sat in the den wanting a drink, anything to ease the edge. She wished she bought a bottle of wine but she drove straight home. She kept dreaming of last night, how. I try to twist around and my shoulder hits against metal as well. My wrists are dragged behind my back and fastened together. My ankles cuffs are fastened too. The hood is unlaced, unstrapped and pulled off my head. I can see that I've been pushed into a tiny cage, not high enough for me to sit up in, not wide enough to let me turn around. There's a heavy padlock on the door. Even if I can get my wrists free from my cuffs, I couldn't get out of the cage. I'm in a dimly lit room. Two of the dark. It made him crazy when she licked its head and underside and then his testes. He had rolled over taking her with him and lifted her tush and moved between her long legs, placing them on his shoulders. He wanted both to slow things down a little and to tease her so he rubbed his cock between her labia, from back to front and back again, not quite entering her and stimulating her button again with each pass. Michael smiled down at her as she told him she wanted him inside her and wanted it right.