It did bother me that I didn’t have a say in having, my son be with me on my big night, that it was up to them the Cords. Talk about proof that I ha... no say in how the kids were raised and dealt with.“He wants what!” said Abigail.“He wants Ronald to share the stage with him,” said Owen.“With all of those injured and disfigured soldiers!” she said. “Owen, do you think that’s a good idea? He’s only ten years-old. “The images his young mind is going to be exposed to! I just don’t know.”“So, you’re. ? Dan look Mona confused. He try to talk but nothing comes out. ?Please. You can not be so cruel and only watch me when I suffering many hours before I die. Stab me! Draw my bowels out but don?t let me suffer here. Do what you want but kill me after that. ? After few minutes Dan take his hunting knife. With shaky hand he pointed knife tip on Mona?s lower belly. He look Mona?s face. She?s smiling. Dan?s hand slipped and blade make a little scar on Mona?s belly. Mona grab Dan?s knife hand. ?Let?s. I saw her turn and wrap her arms tight around herself as protection against the sub-zero November temperatures. As I heard the front door open and then close, I felt a sense of dread and fear as I awaited the coming conversation. The booze, panic, and sleepiness of my brain combined to befuddle my memory of Sue’s words to me when the dam of my emotions had finally broken. When I’d asked her if she loved Francis, and whether she wanted me any more, and if I’d lost her to Francis, I remembered. “Let me rub against you for real,” he pleaded. The thought of that sent a ripple of excitement through my body and a warm rush where his fingers were playing. “I won’t go inside you,” he promised.He had my clit trapped between two fingers. I was desperate to come. “Okay,” I replied in a small voice. His fingers withdrew and he fumbled with his shorts with one hand while holding himself up with a straightened arm. He got them down to his knees then maneuvered his underwear down to join his.