“Are you going to behave? Or do I have to gag you until I’m done with you?” she nodded at the first question. “I’m going to lift my hand off...your mouth, but if you scream, it’ll be the worst mistake of your life” he whispered menacingly. She could see him now in the faint light of the moon and of the house a few houses down. He was handsome, maybe 18-20, burning eyes. He stood maybe 5’9”, dark skinned, curly black hair. She looked at his arms, one hand wrapped around her waist, another on her. Instead, I forced myself to go and slide under the covers."What are you doing? I'm still mad at you. Stop fooling around and get me the wash cloth."Instead, I continued my quest and slid between her legs. I pushed my face between her thighs and saw that they were hot and sticky and smelled like cum. "What are you doing under there? Stop fooling around and come up here."Her pussy absolutely reeked from my semen, as the smell was trapped beneath the covers. I could tell she was nervous. She was. The only thing this town has is the local gas station at the far end of town a mechanic garage and the local trading post and tiny post office, far from anything special, altho there seems to be an extraordinarily large house built behind the local seedy ass bar.''Anyway we pulled up near midnight to hopefully get some alone time in a nearby booth, drink a few brewskies and listen to some music on the ole' jukebox, as we walked in their seemed to be a few rough looking characters about inside,. I just pitied her! With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces.The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry.