It was a 1920's vintage bungalow in white stucco and with a detached garage in back. A maroon Dodge Caravan was parked in the driveway. Nathan headed ...p the walk and rang the bell. Iris opened the door. "Come in," she said.He scanned her. Iris wore a long, mid-calf length dark velvet skirt that was slit to her knee and a voile blouse.Nathan walked in and took off his hat. He regarded her dining table, set with three place settings. He presented the flowers. "Oh, they're lovely," she replied.. Just then, however, he noticed the absence of his wife. Where could she be? "Martha?" he called. No response. Hoping nothing was wrong, he went to look for her.He slowly walked to the bedroom. The door was shut, but he didn't think anything of it at the time. He turned the knob and pushed the door open. When the door was fully open, he was greeted with a horrible, heartbreaking sight. He felt like he had been hit in the stomach by a three hundred pound pulling guard. His wife was laying. She is quite tall, with shorter red-dyed hair. The reason I was so pulled to her is because of her demeanor. Shes one of those girls who will tell you thats she's "a dude with boobs". She's a complete tomboy through and through and as a friend, I wouldn't have it any other way. Another thing was that patch's right eye was gone. When she was in the womb, it had never developed. I had always been attracted to "broken people", but patch never viewed it as broken. I love that about her. When I. But not for long, he twists to break my grip and grabs my wrists to pull me flat against him. Then he rolls up and pushes me back underneath him. I begin struggling in earnest, putting all my efforts into escape, more and more turned on as he blocks each attempt. Stopping to kiss him or "accidentally" rub against him as I contort and writhe beneath him. He releases my hands to pull off my jeans, and I claw his face and scalp. "Bitch!" He gasps, as he kisses me punishingly hard, biting my lower.