They were fishing trips mostly. Lately I had become suspicious about these so called fishing trips and was wondering if there was something more to th...m. It crossed my mind on more than one occasion that maybe Jason was cheating on me and this time, when he said he wanted to go away for a week, I put my foot down and insisted on coming along. In hindsight I think I was suspicious about Jason because of a guilty conscience. I had screwed around on him quite a few times. My job takes me away to. I opened my eyes, which seemed to take forever. It was as though the eyelids each weighed a pound apiece. The overhead lighting, which I knew to be barely sufficient to illuminate the cellar, blazed like noon-day sunlight and stabbed painfully all the way to back to my retinal nerves.Peggy was leaning over and hammering on my chest with her fists, her face contorted into a mask of pure rage."Don't you fuckin' do this you sonofabitch!" she screamed again and again in time with the impact of each. One day i made an excuse and said to my husband that i am not going for work today as i am not feeling well. I decided to take a chance if my father-in-law was ready to satisfy me. He came and asked what happened i just said that i am not feeling well today. I then lay down and he brought me a cup of coffee and then i drank. He is very good in cooking the food also.After about 2 hours i asked him whether he is felling very lonely after his wife’s death. He said he was and that’s why he keeps. I then hear a drawer slamming and I feel the blanket pulled from my back. I am very stiff from holding still and shift just a little. He pushes me flat onto the bed, my face getting buried in the fat feather pillow he sleeps on. It smells like him as I breath deeply, feeling my muscles relax, he grabs my hands one at a time and puts a cuff on them. I take a deep breath waiting for my neck cuff, but instead he clamps my hands together behind me across my back. For what seems like hours I hear.