"Well Daddy, what I really want is a tattoo," Ashley said hopefully."What kind of tattoo and where do you want to have it put?" I asked skeptically."W...ll ... I want one that says "Daddy's Little Girl" in a heart or something on my left shoulder blade," She said."Really?" I asked obviously surprised by what she wanted."Yep, really," She said with a smile.I smiled at her and said, "I'll have to discuss it with your mom, but it's ok with me if it's ok with her." So much for that idea," Ashley said. Once the female child became of age thay were sent in to battle. It was also decided that if a female child could kill 1000 men, they would not have to go to battle anymore, instead, they would be impregnated by using the sperm from a (POW) to reproduce the next set of girls sent to battle. This undignified war went on for 50 years, Just as quickly as it started, the women surrendered all over the world. Women were surrendering tired of the war, tired or fighting, giving themselves back to the. She was holding my hairs hardly when I was doing this so. It was awesome when I was biting her boobs and she was screaming. Her word ‘ouch’ still I hear it my ears. As slowly, I came down and I kissed her belly. Then I untied her lehenga(Skirt) and told her to hold it and not to release it till I say since I wanted to see her whole ass when she stands up. I took her to the mirror and stood up her there and asked to see the mirror. She was holding her lehenga and her boobs were uncovered. I sat. I remembered her remark the day before just before I took her home, " I will just have to figure a way out for myself ".When I was leaving I had offered to send money. She had said " I will not need your help soon ".It struck me,"SHIT", she is going to kill herself to get out of the mess she was in.I had thrown away a bottle of sleeping pills she had planned to use to kill herself with after I married her. I had known then that if I did not marry her she would kill herself rather than have a.