I provide him with my love and care, the submission of my body and sexual spirit, and anything else he ever needs. It's a highly unequal relationship....I am deeply in love with him. But he is a deeply violent man. He is a highly promiscuous man. When he isn't using me, he's sleeping with someone else. When he's not sleeping with someone else, he's drinking. And when he's done drinking, he's beating me. I don't mind that he is a physical abuser. Better me than someone who doesn't like it or want. There was the Belgian singer, Jacques Brel. He also found inspiration in the Marquises. He wrote the majority of the songs of his last album, aptly entitled ‘Les Marquises’, where he spent the last years of his life. Although he died in France, he was buried on Hiva Oa island, a few yards away from the grave of Paul Gauguin. The islands of French Polynesia seem like paradise to foreigners. Bora Bora, Raiatea, Mo’orea, Ringirao all have unique and enchanting attributes. Tahiti was not so. "Hello, my Pet", he whispered at her. "I've waited too long for you already. Come!" He strode towards a doorway and stood waiting for her to catch up. The others were quick to follow and he stopped them all. "No! I did not say I needed your presence tonight. You will wait here unless I call for you." The others stopped where they were and watched curious at this new direction. Aditya stopped beside him and he ran his thumb across her lips. With a flick of her head and a twist of her lips she. She said bye in reply and said hav fun. Then i signed out. Then the same night sajid called me and said tht next day he and his sister is going to his uncles house for few hours. Sajid asked me would u like to come with us. I said no to sajid. I thought this might be the golden oppurtunity to check tht my plan has worked or not. Next day i went to sajids house in the morning. Aunty opened the door and told me to come in. She told me to have a seat. I sat on the sofa. Then she said sajid has.