At one level I wanted to tell Francis exactly what I thought of him and his actions, and to make him to do something practical to make recompense. But...bubbling below the surface was the desire and maybe even need for one more last physical and emotional ‘goodbye’ for the man I was grieving for. The man who I thought I knew. The volunteer at the shelter, the kind and caring oncologist. The man who had died at the hospital that Sunday morning as Grace had read out the charge sheet and led the. She looked back around at me and said, "Got anything a little bigger you can use here?"Just the thought of fucking her there made my cock stiffen, so I started licking and kissing her ass and her pussy, spreading moisture around. I paid special attention to her asshole, licking and drooling all over it, all the while twisting my middle finger into her.Finally she impatiently said, "Come on, stud, fuck me in the ass." So I knelt behind her and rubbed my cock up and down her pussy lips to add. She was broken and hopless, she was shattered. She had no will to fight. She heard His keys jingle, and then the door open and shut. Then silence. Silence except for her sobbing. He left her there. Left her helpless and alone. She couldnt get free if she tried. She was terrified. He was a threat and she had trusted Him. How dare she trust Him. She shouldnt have trusted Him. Never should have. Her body screamed at her to get away, her mind screamed it too. But she had no will to fight. No will. The singer and pianist played tunes most people could dance to, but I kept all the slow dances for my girls. We would hold each other close, feeling each other's heartbeat and gently stroking as we danced. The only exception was the last dance of the night, I made certain it would be with my fiancee. I pulled her tight to me, her breasts dug into my chest. Her leg rubbed against mine gently and we barely moved, just swaying slowly as we kissed and she ran her fingers through my hair. We stayed.