(me 98% of the time) First off, thank you for sharing what your thoughts. This is a story, like every other story in this website that will have peopl... who like it, and others that do not. Great thing about America, I don’t have to like what you like, or you like what I care about. Many people read these stories for pure escapism. This one was a part of a sub-category that was more reality and people based, less fantasy in a way. I wanted it to be more realistic for how people think and feel.. I took notes, I worked out exactly how hard I could beat him, and not have him slip into subspace. Then, Kennedy put in an appearance again. It went much the same as the first time, but this time it hurt him. Again, I didn't tie him up, but he couldn't cope with that. I'd told him to keep his hands out of the way, but eventually he couldn't. He covered his butt, and he cried even harder while apologizing to me for failing. I'm not sure if the pain, or the failure was worse for him. He'd already. “Stop, that’s ... that’s ... just stop,” Penelope tried to shout at them, but her words came out a garbled, scratchy whisper. Nothing in her life had prepared her for this kind of shock. Julie Anderson was a righteous Christian woman. How could she?The lovers at the end of the hall seemed to float further away. Penelope took an unsteady step. She needed to put an end to this. But everything turned darker. She realized she was going to faint.Out of the darkness, a naked, pregnant woman strode. I'm alone, do sit down."The man did as invited and proceeded to take some papers out of his attaché case. Soon he was immersed in them and seemingly oblivious to the cleavage opposite him at eye level and the length of bare leg and bare feet stretched out below him. Veronica returned to her contemplation of the immediate future. She saw that her glass was nearly empty and downed the last of the brandy with some regret that there was no more left. That drink had been just what her shattered.