It wasn't forcible rape, but Missy was only fifteen!But once my husband found out, he played major head games with the poor bastard. He even threatene... to bend him over and fuck him up the ass, not that it would hurt the guy.You see, Dave's hung like a hamster, but he does have game! That's my 'ole man'. I'll give it to him. He makes sure I never want for an orgasm.Unfortunately, he has gotten kinky as of late, more so than I would care for, normally.I didn't mind it when he bought this. He was going to learn more about lab work with me than at the University. So he split his time between classes and the warehouse.Lucy however was not impressed. She wanted Heidi back. I refused to get pulled into her perverted games but Lucy was relentless. I tried to explain to her how fragile the mind was and the problems I had concentrating, but it only amused her. She tormented me, sneaking by and stroking my crotch when her mother stepped out of the room. She tried to pull those memories. The house would be a lonely and cold place tonight.When I got home I didn’t know what to do. I knew I couldn’t sleep, I had too much going on in my mind. I knew that drinking was a bad answer, but I felt like I needed something good, some kind of a treat after the evening that I’d just been through. And so I poured myself a large glass of my favorite single malt, put on a warm coat and sat where I always sat when I needed to think, in my favorite chair on the rear decking.I sipped my whiskey,. While her farther was a simple farmer, he had a another part time job,profession almost. He was the designated forager in a plot of land ownedby the monks. It was a job handed down to him from many generations. Itwould go to his son. And soon actually as her father's eyesight was goingnow. Indeed, recently he had made a mistake and picked the wrong plant.This time his son had not corrected him and allowed it to be passed on tothe monks. Had her brother allowed it on purpose? Was he plotting.