Each blow jerked her thumbs, but, thankfully, they were going numb. Her body and thighs were soon overlapping bruises, and she suspected a few ribs w...re cracked.A medical officer came in and told the private to step back. "At this rate, you may beat her to death, and we may never find El Presidente. Beating with chains was a Roman method of execution. There are other ways to cause pain, ways less likely to kill her outright." He pulled up a stool and sat in front of her, his face about. They and the staff got a day off and not much business was lost because of that.So I wound up getting some left over soup out of the freezer added a couple of hot dogs, some bread and beer and I was good.Sunday was uneventful the there never was any contact from the Ladies. It was not like we were married and they had their own lives.Monday morning, Michelle and I finalized the purchase of HH's note from the bank and I arranged for a line of credit large enough to cover the note plus the extra. Below, the angry river would pull me down, completely entering all of me with its deadly wetness. Streams of water washing over every ounce of my skin, like a million tongues tasting me before entering my throat and taking my breath away. How seductive and intoxicating the danger of water is.I find the bridge that leads over a small stream to the beginning of my trail. I walk steadily across, glancing over the edge at the meager water before. No danger here besides the height. I scoff at this. Soon Matt’s hand was moving in smaller motions, spending more time close to her tit. Eventually Matt’s hand came to a stop, the butt of his palm on her back with his fingers wrapped around her side, just barely touching the side of her boob. Her large, firm, hard-nippled teenage tit. His daughter’s. Matt was scared at how she might react if he went any further. Everything he had done up to this point could be excused as accidental or harmless, but if he moved his hand any further around there.