She let me sleep a few minutes before shestarted ramming her fist in and out which of course woke me up. Shetold me, "Get back on your knees and hump...back against me bitch." Shehad me rocking back and forth on her fist and made me tell her I lovedbeing fucked by her. She reached around and grabbed the leaders of thehooks still in my nipples. She pulled on them to control my tempo. Myonce sweet wife was now on a severe power trip.Mary kept using me for quite some time before she pulled her. I was in Los Angeles around the time he died. The staff told me all about it when I stopped by Kansas City on the way here.”The truck was swaying so much that she felt as if she was going to get carsick. She declared, “This thing is dangerous.”“Nah. I like it. It reminds of the old days when trains were really trains. Those boxcars used to sway from side to side as the train rolled down the tracks. It was comforting for a young boy on the rails,” replied Harry with a melancholy grin.“Boxcars?”. Plead my case for me."She smiled and agreed. She was anything but an ally. She didn'thave my best interests at heart. This was something I suspected that theywanted also. Alexandra was waiting for a time to blast me with it in anattempt to either force me to stay in line with that as a threat.Alternatively, they would do it several weeks down the line to destroy me.I wanted this and knew the sooner the more dramatic the results. She thentold me to scrub the basement floor and report back. She. I do not mean to sound disrespectful, ungrateful, or anything, but I can’t go forward if you don’t.”Her statement cuts deep and leaves me speechless for a moment. I take time to gather my thoughts and consider our entire conversation before I reply, “Sara, I am moving forward. It may be slow, but I’m making progress.”She walks around the island and has a seat. Looks at me as she taps the stool beside her and says, “Take a load off, Dad.” As I lower myself onto the stool, she says, “Dad, you.