‘ he paused to place his hand over his shoulder as he winced. ‘I laid against a tree while the medic bandaged my wound. All I could think about wa... you. I was so scared I’d never see you again… afraid of dying without being able to tell you…to tell you I love you…’ Even before the words rolled off his lips Athena was crying. ‘I always have, Athena … and I always will.’ He finished his sentence as he pulled her close to him wrapping her tightly in his arms. ‘Oh…Duo!’ She cried. ‘ I love you. I reeked of sweat, sex and shit. Ilay in the dark, waiting for morning.The rays of the morning sun woke me. I tried to move, but I couldn't.Then I remembered. Carmella still slept, curled in the fetal positionin her bed. The cum, sweat, discharge and skidmarks that Carmella hadsubjected me to dried during the night. The crotch part of me was stiffand discolored. I lay on her bedroom floor, just a piece of dirtylaundry.I was left with little to do but watch Carmella. She slept so quietly.Her. I softened my facial expression and asked, “Tell me about it.”She blubbered, “Honey, I couldn’t help it. They told me they didn’t have girlfriends and were very horny. They insisted I could help them out and offered me an extra $100 a month to do it. They were pretty persuasive. It is a fact that you weren’t using my pussy in the afternoons and it wouldn’t wear out. And I remembered that you didn’t mind that other boyfriends and my brothers fucked me.”I interrupted, “I DID mind but wasn’t sure. One Saturday in bed, when Miguel’s flat mate was away for the weekend, He slid his fingers into me, lying beside me, he cooed softly into my ear in His mixture of English and Portuguese, "Preciso dar minha querida dor – I need to have you in a way you have never been taken... say Yes to me, por favor, Belle" The smell of his skin, the confidence in his voice, the sound of his words in Portuguese, that I didn't understand, everything making me scream "YESSSSSSSS" even though I knew in my soul it.