I was dead. The murk was just the mess I’d made of my life. Maybe I would have eternity to clear it up. For some reason I remembered just when I’d...lost Hope.My mid-life crisis hit the day I realized thirty-three was half-way through my life expectancy. Of course, technically, having already survived Viet Nam, I should have had a much longer life expectancy than the sixty-six that was estimated in 1982, but apparently I had seriously over-estimated.At thirty-three, I’d just been promoted to full. He enquired where I am having pain. I said in my chest area and cupped my boobs. He asked if he can touch to see. I said sure. He cupped my boobs and was making small circles pretending to examine.I wanted him to suck my boobs badly and so I just hugged him and said “Dear.. If u wanna my boobs, take them.” I was bit scared but he was happy and started playing with them. He first played with his hands on my right boobs while he started sucking my left boobs.. He was licking my nipples and. Then I put one hand behind my back, pursed my lips, and at the same time raised my eyebrows and squinted my eyes at the same time-not easy to do, but it was essential for an effective Clark Gable."Now listen, Scarlett. I know we haven't been gettin' along, sweetheart, so... I'll make a deal with ya. You keep the child, and the money, and the lumber company, and... I'll stay here at Tara with Ashley Wilkes."With understated sarcasm she broke in. "Does this have an end?" Why, Scarlett, whenever. ." She snapped her fingers and I looked right at her. All she did was laugh. I started to cry again, just balling my eyes out. Princess Hanna was no longer my sister she did own me. I wanted to runaway to my room, hide and never come out."Did you enjoy your drink bitch?" I nodded to humiliated to answer. I still tasted my piss, I wanted to beg Princess Hanna to allow me to rinse my mouth out. After what she had just done? I was not going to ask for anything. In a little while I'll talk with.