” My phone started ringing.I debated if I should answer and finally decided to, “Hello,”“Arthur Kennedy here, is this BJ?”“Yes, this is BJ... Good morning Arthur, say good morning to the rest of the panel for me if you would.”“BJ, give me a second to transfer my call the conference phone on the round table. BJ, I hope I am not interrupting your breakfast,” Arthur said.“No, we just finished up and are listening to your broadcast before we get started with our day. It was a very late, very busy. "Ahhhhh." He'd bit my other nipple. "What are you." I looked into his eyes searching for some mercy " I'm your wife, the mother of our c***dren." I sobbed.The pain was intense as he bit down hard on my nipple again. I screamed as my body was rocked with the pain. "What are you." I was defeated. I couldn't take any more pain. "I'm a slut." I stammered, tears rolling down my face. "I can't hear you." I'm a slut." I sobbed louder. "Your Pauline and your a slut. What are you" I'm Pauline and I'm a. The temperature was already plummeting. Although Taynuilt village was only a few miles further on beyond the forested shoulder of mighty Ben Cruachan, I opted to stay at Fasgadh for the night.For those unacquainted with the strange ways of winter hillwalkers in the UK, bothies (singular ‘bothy’, rhyming with 'frothy') were originally accommodation for farm workers or deer stalkers. They’re now repurposed as open shelters, usually in remote locations wherever walkers might have need of something. "Lei, come sit at the table with me. We eat together."Lei came to the table and sat down and began to pick at her breakfast. Roger tried to talk to her but he saw that she was still afraid of him.When he got up to get his coffee he asked if she wanted some and she shook her head. Roger looked in the cupboard and found the box of teabags, hidden by a few boxes, and sat them in front of her. He put a cup of water in the microwave and heated it until it was almost boiling and brought it to the.