“Hey, Rick? I can’t get to sleep. I am used to having a fan on when I am in bed.”“Sorry about that,” he said, “the only room that has a fa... is this one. If you are comfortable sleeping in here, it’s all right with me.”There was some space on the floor between the bed and the wall and I got down to lay down.“No, you cannot lie down there. You are a guest and if anyone sleeps on the floor it will be me.”“Rick, I can’t let you sleep on the floor because of me. After all, this is your house.”Then. He stood, still refusing to meet her eyes. “Aston, don’t be afraid of me, I just needed to set the rules between us. I don’t know how, but the Goddess warned me about your talent so I was ready to handle you as soon as you thought about it.” She turned back to her small tent and climbed in. “Go back to bed Mr. Grey, we all have much to discuss in the morning.” She pulled the flap shut with a snap.Aston returned to his tent and climbed under the covers, shivering, but not from the cold. ‘The. V. was placed in her arm, and a saline drip was started. She had a mild sedative added in a few more seconds Doc and Mrs Honey went in to don THEIR gowns and caps. Now came the hardest part. Unlike Carol, who had delivered Sarah within seconds of Carol's arrival, George was taking his own sweet time. Finally, though, he gave one more kick, and a sucker punch, and started out. The Doc and Mrs. Honey got into position. Doc holding the special c***d birth forceps, and Mrs. Honey holding a warm. No one deserved or asked to be raped. This was a violation. No matter how my body responded, no matter how flush I was with awareness and arousal, no matter how vigorously my blood pumped through my veins in yearning to surrender to this act - nothing made it right. I should be outraged. I should be screaming. I should be sobbing and cursing and begging for him to stop. He had stopped again. Balls deep and shoved fully inside me. Spreading my legs apart, he drew them around his hips.