So please, let me say it again.” She recomposed her stance and took a deep breath in. “Ismene, I lov-” Before she could even finish her words,...I suddenly grasped her hand. Surprised, she looked at me in bewilderment. But before she could respond, I left her with the words that tore her apart “Enough. You disgust me.” Then I let go of her hand before I could feel it run cold What quickly followed was the haunting image of a maiden who lost what she dears the most. As my words come crashing. I started sucking him, and he ordered me to suck it harder. I sucked him as hard as I could, and after several minutes, he blew a huge load into my mouth, then forced me to swallow it. He then told me that it was time to fuck. He told me that by the time he was finished with me, I would forget all about sex with my husband. He was about to mount me for a missionary fuck, when I saw him smile through his ski mask. He ordered me to turn over onto my stomach. I was thinking he was going to do. I don’t know exactly where he is standing, hidden in the darkness, but I can feel the intensity. My sweat runs down between my breasts, and around my ass cheeks, mingling with the dampness in my pussy. The heat between my legs is a match for the fire on my skin, and I can feel the pounding of my heart. I wonder if his is as high as mine. I finally let the scarf fall, but as the music slows I wrap myself tight, arms across my breasts, legs entwined. I keep my head down, gaze on the grass,. “She’s asleep,” I said to Mrs. Mills. “She fell asleep once in the middle our visit.”“She does that. It’s the combination of painkillers and recovering from the injuries and surgery.”“I’m going back to West Monroe. I’ll come see her on Saturday. I’ll be moved into the dorm and ready for classes on Monday.”“Mike, she loves you.”“I know,” I said. “I love her, too. Everything is fine, Mrs. Mills.”“Thanks, Mike.”I left the hospital and headed back to West Monroe.August 25, 1981, West Monroe,.