I lingered for a moment, remembering all the night he had come in drunk, all the lies he had told my mother, all the times I had been hurt and afraid....But for the first time in years I also remembered how he had laughed when he was teaching me to ride a bike, and the clear summer night that we had spent on the back porch, when he taught me that even the stars have names. There were people waiting behind me. It was time to move on. Stepping down off the platform, I saw my mother huddled in a. ”He called the doctor, and he told them to come right in so he could examine her. They went to the doctor and after a quick look over the doctor informed her she was fine. “You’re lucky you didn’t break anything. You will be sore and bruised, just take Tylenol for the pain, and take it easy for a few more days.”She smiled and replied, “Thank heavens, but I did bruise my dignity.”“You ought to let Marcus change those bulbs from now on and no climbing,” the doctor ordered.Marcus spoke, “Let's get. Fir wo mere chut ko chatne laga. Or mere aangdai lene lagi uuuuuuuufffff mujh kuch samaj me nahi aa raha tha ki me kya karu. Fir mene use kaha pls or mat tadpavo plsss mujhe chodo. Fir wo mere upar so gaya or usne uske lnd ko mere chut pe rakha or fir dhakka mara to uska pura lnd ek hi zatke me ander chala gaya. Or me jor se chikh uthi aaaaaaaaahhhhhh. Aaaaaahhhh. Fir wo jor jor se mujhe chodte gaya or me bhi aapne hips utha utha ke use saath dene lagee. Or aaaaaaah aaaaaahhhhhhhh. I could still feel clitoral stimulation, thankfully, but intercourse left me cold, and I used to orgasm regularly from intercourse. This was another blow to my husband Rick and me. Perhaps it’s psychological, considering the ****. Many women have PTSD from their ****. As far as I can tell, my scars are mostly all in my pelvic region.By the time they were done, 1.4 billion women had been ****d to death. Half of those who survived were left infertile. Of the deaths, about 30% of all women were.