I remembered exactly the scene in which she was cooking a meal and he was hitting on her back. I tell mom frequently whenever she narrates her ordeal...after marriage, ‘Why didn’t you dump him??? Why???’ The replies I get are a mixture of reasonability and unreasonability. The heart of the matter is she had no courage to divorce him. It’s the strong rule of our cast that a woman can not remarry, whatever the reason may be. Whether the husband dies or abandons her, or starts living with another. * * *"That's not too tight, is it?"Annie was screwing in the clamps which would hold my head still."No, it's fine... owww!" Sorry," she said, unscrewing the left clamp slightly.She and Fred had spent half an hour sticking little micro-sensors to myskin. They were all over my head, face and neck. I looked like I hadthe worst case of acne in history."Just try moving your head a little," called Fred from the workstationon the other side of the room.I did, without success."OK," he continued,. Lynn sighed deeply beneath him.It was over.She felt deeply satisfied. Happy. Relaxed as she had never felt before in all her eighteen years. So utterly exhausted. And so magnificently satisfied.She wanted to lay here forever, with her uncle's hard cock still deep inside her, still hot in her box, feeling his weight on top of her, feeling safe and calm and loving…"Lynn…?"It was Wes' voice, and the sound of it made Lynn happy. Somehow, she knew what he wanted to ask her. And she knew the right. He'd let his pride get the better of him, and now his child hadundergone the risks of a surgery that left him disfigured just to beathim. He realized what a horrible role model he'd been. He was surethat if his dear wife had been alive she never would have let him dothis to their only son. He put his head in his hands and wept.Reagan, still foggy from the anesthesia, awoke to the sound of sobbing."Daddy, are you crying? Did something go wrong?" He looked down atthe new swelling on his.