“Do you actually know what the fuck you are talking about?” I snapped. “Have you ever had the love of your life, the person you have entrusted w...th your heart and soul, and who you would literally die to protect, shit on you so completely that you question your own sanity? When I found what was going on I wanted to die. I seriously considered taking my own life. How could someone who professes to love someone hurt them so badly that they are driven to suicide?“Also did you notice that she has. One day my mom received a call from my sister that she and her husband are going out of Delhi for about 15-20 on an official visit to Chennai and Bangalore. She asked my mom whether I can stay with her MIL for those days. I would like to tell u that my sister MIL is a widow. Her husband died 6 yrs back by cancer. She has only one son and one daughter. Daughter is married and settled in Mumbai. My office was also near to my sister’s house. So without waiting my mother said ok to her. It was. She felt panic mixed in with her lust. What if he should attempt to enter her? She would probably die. Or her uterus would be so thoroughly damaged that she could never bear a baby. Lust took over before she could follow these thoughts. His hypnotic eyes sucked her mind right back into lust. She didn’t know when she had wanted to make love so badly. Not even her first time compared with this delicious feeling of wanton desire that danced inside her. She devoured his mouth, and felt his iron. He had no idea what the machine was called, but he had nicknamed it ‘The Bastard,’ much to Samantha’s amusement. It was some sort of progressive resistance thing that always made him work for that last inch of extension. He figured that Samantha must have turned the crank up on it, today, because it was worse than usual.“So you had a date?” Samantha asked.Dexter grunted. He hated the The Bastard, but Samantha insisted that he use it.“What was she like?” Samantha asked.Dexter grunted again.“She.