I felt so bad for her and I weren’t quite sure what to tell her but I said, “Your boyfriend must have something wrong with him to do that to you, ...ou deserve a lot better and shouldn’t let a bastard like him make tears roll down that beautiful face of yours.”I saw a little smile appear on her face – god, it was so sexy - and I was surprised at what I just said! Did I really just say she had a beautiful face? I never would’ve said that if I was completely sober, it must’ve been the alcohol. " Jeromy whispered."Jeromy, it DOES feel so good right now, but I don't know about really doing it there. Let's go slow. I would do it for you in a second, but don't you want me to WANT to do it?" She asked him."Of course. If I didn't think you could enjoy it I wouldn't be showing you how good it can feel. If it ever happens and you don't like it, that will be the end. I hope you trust me." He assured her."You know I do, but your finger is the only thing I've ever had there and I'm still. They'd used pincers to tear into nipples, and spikes to plunge into holes; hammers to smash against toes and vile iron vices to pulverize fingers. They'd used needles to gouge beneath finger nails, and secateurs to nip off womanly buds.All those loathsome memories I carry, and in them I see the Marquis, standing amidst the villainy and directing its purpose, telling me that I was the anti Christ and the firstborn of Satan. He kept accusing me of theft and rape. He kept talking of witchcraft and. I brought up the AK and pointed it in the direction of Movement. Tried to focus my blurry vision. There! Two figures. I linked with both of them.They were tired. Not as tired as me, but no hint of aggression. Fear, thirst, hunger and hopelessness were the only emotions they could manage. Both held weapons like the one I was pointing at them.I kept walking towards them. As I closed the distance between us I could begin seeing details. One was taller than the other, maybe five inches more, and.