"I closed the knife and returned it to my pocket."A fourth option, Mrs. Dinsmore, is that you'll leave the marriage as you came into it, with nothing....The last option's the one your husband wants. You see, he doesn't want you killed or disfigured or sold. He wants you all to himself. That option is that you return to him and be faithful."I pinched a nipple and twisted it hard. Her body surged in pain."Let me explain one other thing. My services come with a guarantee. If you, Mr. Dinsmore, and I. ‘I can’t tell you much more than that.’ ‘You got two Masters degrees and your Bachelors in three years?’ ‘Yeah, well, it was more like three and a half years’ she said shyly. ‘It turns out I’m not just a dumb blond.’ That made both of us smile. ‘And the events of last night, those three guys?’ ‘Just doing my job,’ she told me. ‘It was obvious those guys weren’t pros, they were just thugs. My main concern was that you wouldn’t get hurt.’ ‘Did you kill that third guy? Why didn’t we hear any. We roamed around the place the whole day. Finally, around 6 pm, we decided to head back to our hotel. Upon reaching the hotel, we decided to head to the pub for dinner and drinks. We started enjoying our drinks, and the music was good. I could see Suraj caressing mom’s thighs from the under the table.After a few drinks, we all stood up for dance on the floor. I was with Kavita aunty on the floor. I got my first chance to feel Kavita aunty’s dusky waist. Her waist was so buttery. While dancing,. ” And just like that he’s gone. He turns the light off at the switch and returns to the bed, fumbling with something. Before I know it, he’s secured a strap to each of my ankles. The straps, I know, come together underneath the bed. He tightens them, and I find that I’m now unable to close my legs together. I can widen them, but the stretch of the straps will not allow me to close them. “Does that feel okay?” he asks. And it does. It feels better knowing that the decision is no longer mine. I.