He was happy to give Albert a couple of more scars if he wished.Albert didn’t find his suggestion funny at all. It had been touch-and-go whether he ...ould live after he got the scar that now crossed his face. An irate father had taken exception to him fucking his daughter when he was living in Jahyundi.After the King had exiled him, he had headed home and packed up everything of value he could lay his hands on and headed north-west. He made it to Haldol, the capital city of Nordland. He had. And when Jack floated them both over to the edge of the pool, the blonde bride felt as limp as a rag doll, overcome by an overwhelming desire for the stranger.By the side of the pool, rolling on the soft green grass, she lay her head back against Jack's shoulder. They were sheltered by the thick undergrowth, and could not be seen from the cabanas. Carolyn felt relaxed and contented. Any feelings of guilt that she had fleetingly harbored magically submerged as Jack's hands began a gentle. "Of course my parents just kept going," I snarled. "I heard all their expected bullshit. I needed to be a bigger man than this. Teresa had made a mistake but her heart was good. My wife and baby needed me and a 'real' man wouldn't abandon them. They raised me better than this. They went on and on."My dad finally told me how disappointed he was in me for not forgiving Teresa and Billy. I told them both how disappointed I was in them as parents. After that, I gave them both barrels and told. They made me realise there is another world outside of the sex business. They made me realise I didn't really know how to enjoy life. I had switched off my feelings for too long; I didn't know how to switch them on again.Some people say it's hard to get out of prostitution. I say it's just as hard to get out of pimping. I'm still not able to have a lasting relationship with a woman. I still closely observe every woman I meet. Nowadays I think it's a nuisance. But in the old days it was my life..