Yeah, you fucked yourself real good. Was it worth it? Was it worth raping that bitch of a daughter of yours? She got you good, got you real good. Beca...se you're fucked now, my man. And it better have been worth it 'cause the cops are waiting for you. They're waiting at your house to arrest your punk ass. You're gonna be in court again and all the war medals in the world ain't gonna impress no judges this time. You raped your daughter, you sick fuck! Your 13-year-old girl! They're gonna put her. His family. And his female would be left to wander this realm without him by her side. So much at stake, and yet each day he found himself caring less and less about the consequences save for one. Her. He would never let her suffer. He would find and protect her, then spend the rest of this life and any that might follow cherishing her. She would know no pain with him. Only pleasure. Only joy. Only happiness. Even from a distance, even though he didn’t know who she was, she was saving him. A. A few minutes later, Paul came back with the towel, a glass of water and the two beers and, after handing out the drinks, spread his towel and sat down facing them. “So, what’s up? You both look like the proverbial cat that ate the canary.”“Well, first... /I’m preg...” said Roger and Karine at the same time and started to laugh. “Go ahead, Roger; you first,” offered Karine.« All right. Well, first of all, I want to apologise to you, Paul. For a while, I was convinced you were doing it behind my. At one point the husband of the other woman, I’ll refer to him by his name which was Dan, remarked that I always dressed so nice. His wife, Susie, commented that Dan always mentioned that he enjoyed the way I dress and that he had some sort of heel fetish. I’m almost always in heels as I just love shoes and clothes in general. I recalled that Dan has complimented me in the past in various ways such as having nice handwriting, nails, jewelry, etc. Something that to that point hadn’t dawned on.