"We still have to draft it first," pointed out Momma.They were patient as we sat and negotiated with Torch, his requirements.But after three long hour... we were all satisfied. Tyranny and I heldourselves back supporting Torch as he signed the agreement. Part of whichrequired us to each attend therapy with Dr Jeffries on a rotating basis.Even Terri scribbled her signature on the final document.On the way home I clung to both of them. "That's it, just like that?" myMomma said. "I can't believe it. . something about Middle Eastern women really excited him.“Do you, Maryam, take this man, Eric, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, to love, honor, and obey, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, in poverty and in wealth, for as long as you both shall live?” Lacey persisted, of course.“I do.”Maryam bit her lower lip as she thought about Eric’s promise to sodomize her on their wedding night ... oh, she loved sodomy, not being a good Muslim. " Why?" Jess asked. "I like my men dominating and assertive." I've been there and done that." You're telling me that you didn't find that quality alluring?" Not in any man that I've been with." Jess, we're very different people." I guess," Jess said as she turned to face the bedroom door. She walkedinto their bedroom. Jess set her alarm before she went to bed. The alarm clock clanged in Jess's room. She reached over and knocked thealarm off the table before she picked it up and turned it off.. I found myself looking up at the flashing scoreboard, the image of an armored knight, his lance at the ready, his horse rearing beneath him looking down at me. “Gonna fuck that sweet little pussy of yours, baby.” “Yeah, baby?.” He laughed, pulling my shorts off over my converse high tops while I struggled out of my top, baring my embarrassingly small tits. Since I could remember I’d been jealous of the black girls in my neighborhood, their big round titties, their full asses. White girl like.