I feel the ropes being untied and when the last falls I walk up the stairs I hear him behind me ,Paul grabs my arm and spins me around and pull me i...to his arms and kissed me I stop being upset then and there and melt in his arms. Feeling my desires flaring again I reach for Paul's cock and he stops me cold he says no we are showering then going out I have a few people I want you to meet before I have them start working on your house. Again I start thinking about the hasty choices I have. By the end of the first round, my nose was bleeding and I had a little swelling under my left eye. Dad told me to just do my best, protect myself, and try to get inside and hit his body as often as possible. I did as best as I could, but each round got progressively worse. So that by the end of the third round I was clearly out matched and way behind on points. ‘Do you want me to stop the bout?’ he asked. I shook my head. ‘No, I won’t quit, I can still win with a knockout.’ He just looked at. He fetched me one from the fridge, and handed me the opened bottle. No glass. I took a gulp, then sat down opposite him. “I’ve not unpacked my bag, do you want me to stay?” I asked. He frowned at me, but said nothing. I sipped my beer, then tried again.“Mike, this can go one of two ways, divorce, or not. I can leave now, I won’t fight the divorce.”“No, Elle, I don’t want a divorce, well I don’t think I do. Do you?”“Maybe we should, we can’t turn the clock back, can we. Look, lets take it one. The medics picked me up and put me in the Humvee for a ride to the medical station. I guess that it was obvious that I was in pretty sad shape, even though I had no visible wounds. My hands were shaking and my teeth were chattering, but I was sweating in a steady stream. On the way, one of the other men in the Humvee gave me a drink from his canteen—that "medicinal" whiskey helped a lot. By the time we had gotten to the aid station 15 minutes later, I had stopped shaking and I was no longer.