“Then how about me seeing what’s under that skirt,” he suggests. When she doesn’t say anything after about a minute, he says in a high whisper... “Hey, what’s the matter?”“Sorry, nothing,” she answers, looking at him as if it were the first she noticed that he was there.“What’s the matter,” he asks again, more serious this time.“It’s just my husband was so mean. I thought when I ran away I would never find someone else. Then you come to this school and you are so perfect. I get wet just thinking. Rather than support his aims, they’d initially treated the whole endeavour as a massive opportunity to pillage the Empire for technology, rare metals and slaves without considering that the Empire was certain to respond and had far more advanced communications arrays than Gershon possessed. Still, that had come to a grinding halt with their encounter with the Seventh Fleet and the destruction of their puny Dreadnaughts and the capture of three planetary Lords and the killing of another twelve. , he felt like shit after the slapping his tackle had had but he reckoned she must have been in a worse state, they stretched him over a table and the sheriffs men held him down while the deputy took a single tail to his arse, he was soon a bloody mess, each stroke tearing at his buttocks like a saw. Jeans eyes were out like organ stops, she screamed as the first blood ran down her husband`s legs, knowing it was her turn next, he past care and u*********s again was soon dealt with to the joy of. ..but the thought that she had displeased him again hurt her to the heart.She was already composing an apology in her mind when she heard his returning footsteps. She waited. The footsteps came to the side of the bed and stopped. He seized her wrists in one hand and Marie was prepared to be dragged off the bed, or held there and flogged or.... anything but the click of her handcuffs being unlocked and then removed. Anything but being gently rolled onto her back and taken in his arms as he lay.