We BOTH know that you likegetting dolled up, it excites you and to top it off you are not manenough to stand up to Ms Thornbury. You're a sissy are'nt...you, sissyMelissa."It was Malcolm now who bit his lip. His wife's words hurt. In his hearthe knew she was mostly right. "But why could you not support me, not makeit worse......Your supposed to be my wife." His voice wavered a bit. Hisemotions starting to strain.Cherry's reply was swift. "SUPPORT you, WIFE..." she almost spat at him."What about. She held down a good job with a bank and came from a middle class family. The only problem was when she had too much to drink she became very flirty and would get herself into situations she couldn't always get out of. At first, if i was there, i would come to her aid, then on one occasion i decided enough was enough. If she wants to keep getting into the situations she can deal with them herself. The occasion in question was a works do for her bank, we arrived and i went to the bar to get us. We started with a simple hello and pleasantries, told her it was a simple shoot and she should not get nervous. She said she has done a photo-shoot before plus she like clicking selfies so she isn’t shy in front of the camera. She was good with her poses and shoot went smoothly. After the shoot, she asked me when will the magazine be publishing these images and if she can get a copy of the images which won’t be published. I gave the issue month and told her sure she can take the unpublished. "They'll be here in thirty," he said, smiling at Jake. "What, did you think I would let my son take the kind of heat that something like this would generate? Besides, you're a confirmed volunteer, as is Big Harv. Any attack on a volunteer is punishable by death, and the Confederacy doesn't believe in lengthy trials."Jake nodded before heading down the hall. He went to check on Val, finding her chained to the bed in Harvey's room. Her wrist and ankles were raw, and the wooden bed frame roughed.