. every second of being away from you this past year feels like a spike in my heart, and I want you to know I have never in my life felt exactly this ...ay about anyone ever ... not even ... back then. But no matter how tight you hold my hands and wiggle your ass while you piss in the dirt, you're still a thousand miles away. And yeah ... I like it shaved ... I like it any way you want to serve it up. But make no mistake, baby girl ... your pussy ... perfect as it is ... it's just one more tree. [Scene change. Back to living room, at the very start of the fight.]Husband [pleading]: Please, please, just listen to me—Wife: No! Goddammit, I have had it! Get OUT!Husband [breathes deeply]: . . . All right.Wife [confused]: What? Husband: Okay. You win. I’ll go.Wife: You’re . . . you’re leaving? You’re not going to fight?Husband [shrugs]: You want me gone. I understand. I’ll respect that. I’ll pack up and go.[WIFE picks up huge vase and hurls it at HUSBAND]: You PUSSY! [HUSBAND ducks]: Jesus. He yanked on the rope, tightening it around her and pulling her to the ground. He continued wrapping the rope around her until her arms were pinned tightly at her sides. He wound the rope around and around and around, wanting to make sure she could not free herself.“What the fuck are you doing?” Jenn asked. Fear was beginning to creep into her voice, but anger was still her dominant emotion.“You talk too fucking much,” Marius said, strongly holding her face by her cheeks. He pulled the. Now I started to play with her I dragged her saree, as it was pinned it was torn, she tried to escape from me, her legs were free she went away from me, as her hands were tied she could not stop me from pulling the saree, now she was in her blows and petticoat I went near her she was begging from her eyes for mercy. I caught hold of her blows she was trying to escape in the struggle blows torn away now the blows was not covering her breast fully I see her black bra clearly and glimpse of her.