His face was flushed. He shrugged. “Just wondering.”I sipped my beer. He sipped his. Another few moments passed.Chris said, “Do you think … wo...ld she … would you … do you all want to … I don’t know … try again?”I looked at him. I didn’t say anything. He was looking at my wife, glancing from her to me kinda furtively. “You want to fuck my wife, Chris?” I asked.He took a big drink from his bottle, wiped his mouth, and grinned.I said, “It didn’t go well last time … three years ago.”“I was. "What's going on?" I asked the day shift deputy who should have been first on the scene."Some Guy is holding a classroom full of kids hostage. He say he want to talk to you." the Deputy said."Now who the hell wants to talk to me so bad that he will take hostages," I wondered out loud. "Do we have an ID on him?" Fugitive named Tommy Kilborn. He is a well dressed guy, to well dressed to be doing this. Usually you think of a nut case. He seems to be with it. Said he wasn't talking to nobody but. I bet you’ve never had a dick up there, have you?”She shook her head. I can’t help but notice she’s avoiding looking at me. I suspect she’s afraid I’ll do something to try to put an end to this if she doesn’t try to be strong. But I saw her fear turn to near panic at the idea of being raped in the ass by this monster, especially since he seems to be going out of his way to hurt her.I’m no longer having second thoughts about this. I’m way beyond second thoughts. I regret the hell out of getting. I would like to thanks my three friends who have helped me write this story. So let’s just jump right into it. I will be narrating the story on behalf of the protagonist- Riya. Please forgive me for mistakes since it is my first story.My name is Riya, age 24. Surprisingly, according to all Indian mothers they think 24 – 26 is the ideal age for all girls to get married. And my mom thought so too. She is a very religious woman and can go to any extent to “Please” God.My father passed away when I.