Veronika turned to prostitution to put food on the table. They often slept in train stations, bus depots, backs of cars. Veronika never quite shook wh...t was probably pneumonia and would die of dysentery in 1965.Earlier that year Veronika sold Sasha to a pedophile from Milwaukee, Wisconsin. We think he adopted her in order to bring her home. In any case, he knocked up Sasha Andrushchenko and then either sold her or gave her away to a whorehouse. Which might have been in Chicago.Along the way,. I knelt in front of him, unzipped his jeans, found his cock hard and thick and hot. I fed it into my mouth, sucking hard, forcing it deep into my throat in the hope of pleasing him. He gripped my head and fucked my throat hard until I was gagging, my face pressed into the wiry pubic hair of his groin. He pushed me away. "What do you want now, slut?"I got up, laid myself on the bed, spread my legs wide. "I want you to fuck me." Like that?" he sneered, "how boring do you think I am? What. By the time she was able to shout, "Darryl, please stop, don't go, I'm sorry, please don't leave me!" It was far too late. He was already in the jeep and pulling away from the house. He never heard her. Nor is it at all certain what he would have done if he had. They were both sailing uncharted seas now. The certainty that their love and their relationship was for life was such an article of faith with both of them that they had no contingency plan to fall back on. Being apart again was. "He's not here, I'll be nice as pie while he's here." Hear what he has to say. Don't judge already." Yeah, whatever." Shawna ran her hand gently down Marcus' back, feeling the ridged scars there. "Right, don't judge..."Hope left and a few seconds later the kettle began to hiss as Marcus pulled himself to his feet and rinsed his mouth out at the sink."Are you going to be alright?" Shawna asked. "If you want me to tell him to take a hike, you know I will." I know. I have to see him at some.