Lifting my knees up, I hugged them and buried my face in the sweat-soaked camouflage. I was racked with violent sobs, my shoulders bouncing uncontroll...bly. The gasp of a wet sniffle jolted me from my self-pity some time later. It was one of the Médecins Sans Frontières nurses standing at the entrance of the corridor a few metres away. I think her name was Tabitha. She was holding her hand over her mouth, the other supporting her wrist. Tears streamed from her eyes and rippled over her fingers.. Every word he said, she just shook her head and said no until he got back into the SUV and drove it back around to the back lot.He came back into the office and explained that he would have to return the money and then fill out the other papers."Hurry up and do it," she ground out between gritted teeth. She pulled her notebook out of her purse and made a big production of writing down his name and the phone number that would get her in touch with his supervisor.Now she was waiting for him to. Her head twisted and worked on his cock-head as if she wanted to devour it, as if she adored it, it was her god. Her eyes kept glancing up at his face as if to ascertain she was pleasing him. Then he pushed her head against the headboard and began fucking her mouth as she choked and gasped, his hand holding her hair as he fucked in and out, using her, fucking her as he would a common slut with no concern for her needs or desires, just forcefully fucking her mouth and to my amazement she loved. She set her glass down and stepped up to Phil placed her hands on either side of his face and pulled him down to her kissing him on the cheek just millimeters from his mouth. As she let go and stepped back she said, “I am lonely and trapped in a house with my dead husbands clone. And he doesn’t even know I am here.” Her tone was hurt and angry.Cindy walked past him leaving him standing there with a deer in the headlights look on his face. He turned to watch her leave. Her husband’s clone.