Yvonne came over to the table with the bag from the pharmacy and a large glass of orange juice. ‘Let’s get you started on these meds Sue. We’ll ...tart with the antibiotics.’ Eight pills later Yvonne sat down at the table with her old friend. ‘Can I make a drink for anyone?’ In a weak voice Sue asked: ‘Can I have a cup of tea?’ ‘Of course you can. What type would you like?’ ‘If you have it I’d love a cup of Darjeeling or Constant Comment tea.’ ‘We have both. Do you have a preference?’ ‘Darjeeling. For minutes she didn’t respond, goodness knows what she was thinking, but then pulled away and asked, almost in a hostile manner. “What about your wife?’“I left my wife some months ago”, he replied as he got up and took the cups and saucers back into the kitchen. “Whether we divorce is an open question, at the minute we are separated. I have moved into a mobile home in one of the upmarket caravan parks, I am only renting for I don’t know what path she or myself will take; so to answer your. They stood naked but for latex gloves. It was dad who first shoved a lubricating finger up my bottom before having Zack repeat the task several times until he was comfortable. Despite the pain from my tits and ass I enjoyed Zack’s finger plunging in and out of my bum. He had Zack stick the little nozzle into me and then pump on the little black bag so it would stretch out inside my filthy hole and hold tight. Dad had Zack fill me up with 2 liters of warm salt water, double what I would. .. I knew what they were thinking, even if they didn't.I got my three R's from living in the bunkhouses and handy homes, as they were called sometimes. Reading and writing from old newspapers and Zane Grey paperbacks, and math from playing poker with the boys. I'd been raped twice, but that second time had been more my fault than his, and I'd learned. It hadn't killed me and the only thing I'd lost was a bit of blood, and I'd got that back a few years later. An eye for an eye, like the Good.