"But Jose did not take no for an answer. He wasn't aggressive, but he was relentless and used his weight advantage to keep pulling her into the sleep...r. He didn't stop until she was in the sleeper ignoring her verbal protests.Once he had her there he started pulling at her clothes to undress her."Jose, stop. Don't, I don't want to do this" she protested."Shhhh It's okay. Just relax" he replied continuing to pull at her clothing. She was resisting passively but didn't find the energy to. He came up to me andwas trying to start a conversation. I noticed that he was not lookingat my face. Well, I couldn't fault him; my body was on display. I wasadvertising and he was reading the advertisement. I feigned civilityand listened to him. At first opportunity I talked about my wonderfulhusband. This took him back but the man didn't leave. When Fred saw me,he joined us quickly and looked a little irritated. I introduced Fredas my husband and put my arm around him. The guy then said he. A year into our marriage, I got pregnant, and swore off the white shit for nine fucking months. After 36 hours in labor, under the best pain killers a hospital can supply, (no fucking cesarian scar for me!) I popped out a healthy male, 8 pounds. I slept for sixteen hours, to be woken by a overly helpful nurse who wanted me to breast feed the brat. Damn if that baby’s sucking instinct didn’t juice my vagina. I masturbated, ignoring the nurse’s shock. By the time the brat had sucked his fill, I. "Let me fill out a report for your insurance company," she suggested."I don't want a report for my insurance company, I want my bike back, That is a special bike and I want it back." I didn't tell her that the bike had belonged to the Gunny, She wouldn't have understood anyway."I can see that you are upset, but you have to understand that we seldom recover bikes. It will wind up in the hood. The fact that it has a motor will make it easier to identify, but still don't get your hopes up."I can't.