Maybe the RACQ guy and his friend were stumbling out of here drunk, taking one of my beautiful, antique, redwood carvers chairs with them? I could hea... them. Their clothes, the fabric of their shirts rubbing on the walls as they edged closer, their pants legs rubbing together as they walked, their shoes on the carpet and occasionally hitting the skirting board along the hallway. They were all coming into the bedroom. I sat there, back against the bed head, white doona cover over my breasts,. He said, “you should be scarred slut, now I going to stripe your ass cheeks with cuts.”I got really scared when he said that he is trying very hard to not just start fucking me in the asshole all the way to the hilt with his 10-inch blade. His voice trembled in lust and I literally starting violently shaking in fear and started pissing. He roared and said he loved how much fear was running through me. AND how horny it was making me. He leaned down and whispered “you should be scarred, I am. Okay?”“We’ll be seeing I guess,” I said. “To say that mistrusting you when it comes to me being around would be an understatement of heroic proportions, but like I said, we’ll be seeing. I mean, if I make even your skin crawl, what chance do I have with anyone else.”“Sam, I am so fucking sorry I said that. Please, please try to find it in your heart to forgive me. Please,” she said.“I do forgive you, Abby. I love you. I always will. I need you. I always will. I’ve got to have and to hold you. I got very angry and advanced towards him, intent on physically removing him. I got within a few feet when he held up his hand and I was stopped in my tracks."What the fuck?" I spat."I have a proposition for you," he said putting his hand down and freeing my body.Well I can tell you that I was scared and would have like nothing more than to return to bed and wake up next morning and all this would have been a dream."All I want is for you to give me your wife for the rest of the night," he.