"I can't wear a bra under this, and the wool or whatever it is, it scratches my tits something awful." She wiggled and her boobs jiggled.I nodded and ...dmired. They were high and the aroused nipples were evident, poking out and pointing slightly away from each other. "How come you can't wear a bra?" I asked, enjoying the direction this was taking."It shows because this is loosely knit or something. Anyhow, I promised and the man paid me extra not to, fifty bucks." The man?" The guy that hired. "Where to?" Six sixteen Gehenna street," Bayonetta managed to sputter out beforedrooping her head over the back seat cushion. She lay there only for amoment before leaning against James, looking up into his eyes. "Mmmmm, myhandsome little slut." She planted a kiss on his cheek and nestled herhead onto his shoulder, half asleep as the car pulled onto the street.Fifteen minutes later James peered into the darkness as the car progressedslowly through a middle class neighborhood. They were the kind. The name calling had only recently been added to the list of marriage failures. Names like slut, bitch, bastard, wimp, and much worse rang out nightly in the house.Physical violence began that night -- the night I started praying. I couldn't take it any longer. One of us would seriously hurt the other in the not too distant future unless something was settled.The word 'divorce' rang loudly through the air as the violence subsided. Both sides yelled it loudly and frequently over the next. Angela’s face bled in a similar mess, beaten in by Jack, and while she may have been mentally ready to get back up and fight him, her body disagreed with her. Her attempts to get up failed, and she vomited onto the floor, the concussion and blood loss mixing into a powerful concoction of misery for her. She was out of the fight, for a few minutes, at least. Sándor was another matter entirely.Julias tried to stand up. His body didn’t listen. The Beast in him raged and shrieked, but for all its.