Of course, that ended my career as a hero.When I got back home, I was pretty miserable and feelin' awful sorry for myself. Well, Beth wouldn't have it... She wasn't about to let me sit around on my butt whinin' about how life had mistreated me. She drove me back n' forth to the V. A. hospital 'til I got my prosthesis fitted and then she drove me to get back on my feet (foot) n' make the farm profitable. The fields only lay fallow for one growing season.Another thing she done; once I was full-time. She squeezed my knee slightly as she began, but left the hand where it was. "Okay, we'll start from the top and work down. First, your blouse is open quite low. I'd guess that the first button that's done up is at the level of your nipples. Second, you're not wearing a bra."As she spoke, she extended the index finger of her other hand, and moved it into the opening of my blouse, tracing her fingernail lightly down my breastbone, and into the valley between my breasts. As it reached the limit of. ” “Fuck you then, bitch!” he yelled and then pushed past me and stormed out of the bathroom. I shook my head as I pulled down my skirt and left the bathroom after him. I went back to the bar to find that Terry the bartender was gone. “Ugh!” I shouted in frustration as I snatched my jacket off bar stool and headed towards front door. I was going to give up on my search to have one night of fun; there was no way that I was going to find anyone to help me with my problem. Cold air greeted me as I. James lifted her in his powerful arms and carried her to the large day bed that lay in the sunroom just off the kitchen. This room was shielded from the view of neighbours or people approaching the front door and thankfully the lose pebble driveway would alert them to anyone approaching the house while they were enmeshed in their lovemaking. James almost flung her to the daybed and fell upon ripping open the bust of her nightie and forcing the hem of her nightie up around her waist. His.