They call me Black Bob." He held my arm and led me into the living room. Dad quickly followed behind us. "Hey, man, I can't do it while you're watchin...." He looked at me and said, "Take me to your room, girl.”"No. Beth stays here." It's okay, Dad. I'll be all right." I walked up the stairs with the old black man behind me. I stopped at my bedroom door. "Will you wash it first please?" I asked.He nodded and I pointed to the bathroom.Dad popped his head around the banister rail. "Honey, I'll sit. The next several days were similar to this. Christa would barge into my room and start talking about something on her mind or she would join me in watching something perverted. Today when she entered I was watching a video of a couple slowly grinding on each other. The guy was on his back wearing gym shorts and the girl was on top wearing just a pair of panties. She was moving back and forth and grinding her pussy into the guys cock. We both watched for a couple minutes when Christa asked. "Marie," he muttered, "drink your wine."With a shaky hand, she reached for the glass. The soldier took it and put it to her mouth. The wine spilled over her lips and down her neck onto her breasts. The soldier bent his head and began to lap at the red liquid on her skin. She moaned softly.She moaned, "Louis, please-- make him stop. I-- I am your wife."Yes, Louis thought, she was his wife. His virgin wife. Their marriage was not yet consummated. She would not let him bed her while the occupation. The fact that your uncle was putting so much pressure on you pretty well tells me that there's something wrong with the offer, and I suspect Roger put his finger on most of it." Yeah," Catalina giggled, "Roger had them pretty well buffaloed. He was wearing a suit and tie, but didn't identify himself other than as our friend. Both this deBoer guy and Delmer took him as our own lawyer." Strictly out of school, I've had dealings with deBoer before, and he has been known to run fast and loose with.