Maryam placed the glass on a table in front of her and I sat next to her on the sofa. Our shoulders were touching. The fine smell of a perfume she was...wearing was most alluring.“Well,” I said, “Now here we are Maryam; alone at last.” I spoke the words with lightness and some humour in my voice. She giggled cutely. Maryam was relaxed sat there with me. I slipped an arm around her shoulders and she leant her head against my upper chest. I kissed the top of her head.“What will you do if I kiss you. Maybe he’d come back someday for a visit, just for old times sake. Maybe he’d be married by then and his sweet little white bread wife wouldn’t take it up the ass. She would…she’d fuck him…any time…any place…any way he wanted. Their last night together had been their most intense, most adventurous and completely uninhibited. No dinner or dancing was involved. They fucked continuously or at least every time he could get it up which with this particular man was more often than seemed humanly. They had become friendly and familiar, even if the words were evil and bloody. The voices meant that she was alone and that no one would hurt her. She was safe with them. When they stopped was when she felt terror.She no longer hurt. Her body had gotten to the point where the pain felt... right. The absence of pain would be strange now and absurdly unwelcome. Her feet and hands had turned black days ago from the circulation being cut off, she could no longer walk. Her body had been used in. Her pussy looked perfectly normal after sex, but that one time before they did it he thought maybe she had some sort of a deformity the lips were so thick and bright pink. Her lubricants were practically dripping down her legs. It was inflamed and engorged like the one type of copious monkey where the female’s genitals turn bright red and puffy to display her readiness. He never could get that image out of his mind and often imagined Marie was Kathy if she somehow managed to creep into his.