‘I really don’t want to talk about any of it Nikolai.’ ‘Very well,’ he agreed, he didn’t think he could stomach listening to her tale just...yet, from the marks on her body, he could tell it was not something he could listen to without wanting to kill something. ‘Its cold out Nikolai, here’s some cider.’ One of the men said quietly, stepping from the platform behind them and leaving the clay bottle and two cups. ‘Thank you Eown.’ He replied, pouring two glasses that steamed slightly in the frigid. We still had sex too. I’d get so turned on I’d often fuck her after he had finished in her. We started talking about getting married. I never really proposed, we just would lie in bed and talk about it and how it would be, what we would do, where we would live, and how much we loved each other and stuff. We decided that once we got married, she would only have sex with dogs for the rest of her life. We planned out a wedding date and got everything set. About a week before the wedding we had. I looked up on the wall at the roster and realised Angelina had been rostered on for service last night. We finished the dishes and I asked to be excused to eat my dinner in the barn. After much protest from Helena as it may be my last meal there she agreed that too much had been taken away from me so far and that I could do as I wished. I took my meal out to the barn and climbed up into the loft and set the meal aside as I didn’t feel much like eating. I began to think about my time at the. “Yeah…?” I prodded, hoping she would elaborate.“OH yeah,” she giggled. She thought for a second, then looked at me. “Eric, have you ever fucked any of my friends?!”My heart raced. I couldn’t believe my attractive, semi-drunk stepdaughter was asking him about my sex life. I decided to tell the truth.“Uh… No, I mean I’ve fantasized about some, but not that.”“Eric,” she said reassuringly as she put her hand on my leg, “That’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Seriously, so much changes in life.”.