She pulled the blanket close around us, and the next thing I knew, we were softly fucking up against the wall. She held on to me as she came, and the ...ears streamed down her eyes."I can't have your babies, Josh." She whispered into my ear."Why not?" I had my tubes tied when I was younger, something was wrong with me when I was little. I can be your wife Josh, but I can't be a mother." The tears were warm on my chest in contrast to the cold around us."I'll take you as you are, Julie."That went. After all, it's not as if he wasn't terrified, but he'd already prepared himself for what he was facing, and he realized the risk more than this uninformed local detective."All right, I'm washing my hands of you then," Detective Andrews said, scraping his chair against the floor as he stood up, brushing his hands on his pant legs as if symbolically drying them. He left with the man who had brought him the message, while the three other policemen watched him as impatiently and as distrustful as. He stopped at five. My bottom burned. But I knelt before him and said: "Thank you, master."I stood. He did not help me. He was again seated. Now I understood. "I was wrong, master. You will fuck me when it may please you. Not when it pleases me."He nodded, very briefly, and returned to his papers. I went to search for Dorinda. My bottom was on fire, my loins demanding. I was only a girl. When I found her we kissed for very long. "We will find a quiet place," she whispered. I was glad. I needed. I wasn't looking forward to having to say goodbye to her, not the way things stood between us. It was going to be difficult at work, I'd be bumping in to her almost every day. There were going to be a lot of awkward silences in the coming weeks.I'd finished the dishes and was drying my hands when Lena appeared in the kitchen. She was fully dressed, and was sort of half smiling,as if she was trying to stop herself from crying again. I dropped the dishcloth by the sink and went over and embraced.