It will do you good to get out of the hotel and have a home-cooked dinner,” Marianne said.“What's your favorite wine?” I asked.So, I had a dinne... date. With a beautiful woman. Alone at her place. As I lay on the beach that afternoon, I daydreamed about how delicious Marianne's meal was going to be. I also fantasized about how delicious SHE might be. It wasn't until I heard a few teenagers near me giggling about the distortion in my swim trunks that I realized how involved my fantasies had. We were told that she had been subjected to physical abuse and was in a comatose state. She was in good physical condition, but her mind has taken a 'time out'.He then opened a folder on his desk. It contained pictures of Mrs. Cooper. They showed a woman who had been badly tortured. Her body was covered with whip scars, burn marks and many piercings. She was also covered with tattoos. Not pretty tats that a woman would choose but ugly, nasty things put on to degrade her."She was found in the. ”I said, “Sounds like a very good plan.”We dated from then on. I found out that she had been left standing at the altar when her fiancé decided to rob a liquor store and was caught in the act. She went on to explain that she had a phase in her life where she was attracted to ‘bad boys’. She further said that the phase was over.I told her of my wife and unborn son who had been killed when an out of control car struck them. I told her how for over two years I walked in a fog of confusion and. His had was on her slightly rounded tummy, glorying in its softness. The hidden hardness of a girl who had worked on a farm was completely out of sight. His hand squeezed her breasts, her nipples hard as marbles, were a dark brown, the aureole around them, slightly lighter color. She would, probably, never have to worry about a sunburn. His hand wandered farther down to feel the softness of her pubic hair. It was almost the same color as the hair on her head, only a shade darker. It was a neat.