Historians have differing views of his true person. Even his Dutch origins have come into question. Certainly, nothing is known about his offspring, a...d I took artistic licence to spin my tale around his fictional sons and daughters.The story depicts violence and non-consensual sexual acts. This should be seen in the historical context of 16th century warfare and life in general. The author does not condone violence or forced sex, nor is this story meant to glorify such behaviour in any way.I. At the next opportunity, I reversed direction, and wound my motorcycle back up. Headed home with a smile, life was good. I had a fast bike, a nice house, and an amazing job.I got back to San Diego Sunday night, and slid the bike into the third garage stall, my toy stall. At the time it was the only toy, but I planned on more. The two stalls for the main garage, house my work truck, and my 'everyday' car.My everyday car isn't anything to write home about. Just a normal Dodge Charger, I didn't. “Are we okay,” she asked. “You know, with everything that has been happening?”Gary rolled onto his back next to his wife and looked at her for several moments before answering her. “I never thought I would ever say this.”“What are you thinking?”“I woke up sometime in the night and watched you as you slept. I knew I should be furious with you, my actions, and especially with the Willets,” he told her.“But?”“But the idea of another man’s penis in you made me more aroused then I have been in a. "It wasn't like Ben to go to bed this early", she thought. Well, if he was asleep, too bad. She had been without sex for over a week and she fully intended to get laid tonight, even if it meant waking up Ben.She quietly let herself into the house, put down her bags, kicked off her shoes, and undressed. Moving as quietly as she could she moved into the bedroom with a wicked smile on her face. Boy, was Ben going to be surprised. She approached the bed. The room had just enough light to show Ben's.