’ ‘Oooooo!’ Tagnik’zuur bristled at the mention of the nickname Tyanne had, in his opinion, unceremoniously had bestowed upon him. ‘Tyanne, ...lease. You know how I loathe being called ‘Tag’. Why do you persist in calling me by that awful name?’ It was Tyanne’s turn to smile. ‘A couple of reasons,’ she replied. ‘One, it fits you very well and, two, you said I could if I wanted to—which I do—as long as it were me and only me addressing you by it.’ ‘Oh, yes,’ Tagnik’zuur projected, as if suddenly. From a tissue box, she took a brochure of still-folded tissues and slipped them into her left thigh-pocket. From the corner couch in the lounge she took a big, soft European pillow and carried it through to the front door hallway, propping it against the table which stood against the wall.Is there anything I’m forgetting?She looked around her for anything she might have missed. Hung above the table was a picture of her and her husband. She felt another flush of anger. Not wanting to see him. She had on a bikini top that's all. Her shaved pussy was completely uncovered. I stood up and kissed her, then I whispered asking her what's going on. She answered me loudly saying the guys and I have been fucking. I looked at the guys in the pool they held up their empty beers and cheered. She sat the small cooler down she was carrying and started handing out cool beer. I held my hand out and she handed me one and told me to have a seat and enjoy the show. One of her friends came up the steps. ”Though Jakson admired her strength and ability to hope, his heart broke for the poor girl. She had been through so much pain and suffering through no fault of her own, yet still managed to hold out hope that she would be able to escape one day. He wracked his brain for some way to help, but nothing came to him in those moments.“So ... I remember those scratches on the wall of your home. Are they?”Rey nodded. “Yep. One for every day I’ve been here.”Jakson reached across the table, brushing his.