When she told me about wanting to move in with her lover, I had been stunned. The more I thought about it, the more I came to realize that Eve had bee... right. I was a pathetic bastard.The same day Eve informed me that she was moving in with her lover, I signed a listing agreement on our house and quit my job. That probably seemed pretty c***dish, as well as quite rash to most of our friends and relatives, but I had to get out. I was ashamed to look anyone in the eye, knowing they would be. Some really seriously smelly Orc's with terminal halitosis had found her wandering around and captured her. They had buggered her and violated her body; inserting fingers into her snatch and making her suck them off. It seemed she was doomed to life among the miscreants until some passing mage heard her cries and banished the little bastards to the four corners of the globe, never to return. Her joy was short lived. The mage, at about three and a half million years old with skin that had more. She heard the sound of a horn and quickly gathered herself, got up and kneeled on the floor. She was on her knees, beside the bed facing towards the bedroom entrance. It was her husband’s car and she knew he would be inside any minute now. He had a key to the house so she didn’t have to open the main door for him. He liked his wife to greet him in their bedroom kneeling on the floor and looking at the door with anticipation. He liked the obedience and wanted her to beg for his touch. She was. She enjoyed running late, she could be alone in the woods, which had a trail that was lit for runners during the night. She was wearing tight yoga-pants and a matching sport bra. She got a lot of looks from men being dressed like that, especially having those double-D breasts. She had long blond hair and big blue eyes. She enjoyed the attention, at same time she wanted to make it seem like she was above seeking attention from men. As she was running she saw a bright light coming from above the.