I told her it was a dress up kind of place and she said she was excited about trying out a new dress she got. So we made the plan to meet in my room a... 9pm, and hit the hotel club for a bit. We spent the day at the pool, did a nice dinner together where she polished off several tequila and a bottle of wine, and returned to our individual rooms at 7pm. I had a couple of beers and by 9pm, she arrived at my room, dressed in a very short black dress, low cut on the top showing off her breasts, and. We gradually settled. I went back to surgeries and she to be the best housewife of the neighborhood. The two pregnancies in 2 years were proof of our sex life, but a factor V mutation resulted in mid-pregnancy deaths. I tried to console her. I put in the next 2 years keeping her mind of reality. At the end she reached a kind of normalcy. She couldn't agree to adoption, I didn't agree to surrogate pregnancy. If she could not have my child, an adopted kid would be more a family. She had her tubes. Standing there pressed against the wall he raises my top exposing my lacey black bra (oh god I even dressed up ! stupid stupid stupid!) He grabs at me and yanks my breasts out of my bra tearing the lace as he does so.“Don’t wear a bra next time little girl, I need easy access, ok?”I nod“That’s better, good girl!” he says and strokes my left breast holding the other on in a tight grip.He lets go and stands back to look at me “oh yes” he says “you are going to be much more fun than my last one”My. . but he could no longer remember for what purpose. The farmer would often feed him, and she would give him fresh milk, and eggs.Since the start of the school year, he had stopped making these visits, because the edge of the village had now become the edge of his world. Every time he intended to head out, as soon as he stepped past the last house in the village, he realised that he no longer had any destination in mind, and found himself turning around and walking back.It was as if some.