But I expected none. I wanted none.After the massive damage I had inflicted on our relationship, I deserved none. I had earned every cruel word, every...fingertip bruise on my hips, every tiny, stinging tear in my anus that, after an assault as violent as this, the following morning would unquestionable reveal.But even that might not be enough to repair the damage to my marriage.‘Slup! Slup! Slup Slup!’‘Fuck me Pete! Just fuck me! Hurt me!”‘Slup-Slup-Slup-Slup!’‘SLAP!’Pete brought his right hand. ) into the very hot roux. Keep stirring. The vegetables will cook somewhat and at the same time cool the roux down so it doesn't keep cooking and burn. Make sure your windows are closed when you do this. The smell is wonderful. Traffic may stop on nearby thoroughfares if it gets out.When the sizzling stops, add water or chicken stock. (Grandma didn't use chicken stock. She did use a chicken that was usually old and tough and cooking this bird was an all-day process. These chickens had a lot of. I went in, lugging my massage table and a small bag with oil, Mp3 player and the table-covering into the living room to find Anne’s very pretty face smiling at me from the sofa, dressed only in a gown. She had collar-length blond hair and, from what I could see so far, an average build and my eyes were drawn to the curves of her breasts where the gown didn’t quite cover all of her. “Remember you’re here to give a massage!” I chided myself inwardly.Her smile was genuine but I couldn’t help. In daylight the ruined city looked dangerously close and she could see more stakes and crosses with bodies nailed or impaled on them. Macilenta realised she must find some clothing to keep herself warm as a matter of urgency, her feet were already numb and her reactions slowed. As she huddled desperately wondering where she should seek clothing, and food, she heard loud cheering from the direction of the ruined temple followed by screams of terror. The remaining fugitives sheltering in.