Two weeks ago my wife went away on a business trip to San Diego and my daughter went to Arizona to spend time with the grandparents before she left fo... school. I never gave up my passion for lingerie and kept most of my things from early on and still bought new ones to masturbate in when the wife wasn't feeling up to anything,I would sneak off into the garage and put them on and play while she slept. During the few days leading up to their departure,I started thinking back to how great it felt. In fact I’m supposed to meet her at the grill in her dorm in around half an hour.’ ‘You’re telling the truth, aren’t you?’ he asked, incredulous. ‘You sound way too sincere to be making up something so ridiculous. So, have you gotten laid yet?’ ‘She’s not like that! She is a really nice girl. And smart.’ ‘Okay pledge.’ It sounded indulgent, like he recognized that I was deluding myself. But I wasn’t. He was mistaken. The conversation did serve, however to fill me with fear. Margot was quickly. I have endeavored to be a ‘correct’ wife, observing the old traditions, but I can no longer continue because of the way he is treating me. When he left for his men’s club tonight, after threatening to beat me again when he returned, I talked with my daughter and she provided transportation here. I will not return to that place, nor will I be beaten again by the monster my husband has become. My daughter has suggested that I press charges against him, but I know it would be useless because the. We returned to the camp cold, wet and hungry. As we started to unload the hogs, we were told to go eat, dry off and then come to help. We did as we were told; we went into the main cave and were greeted but warm stew and hot coffee or hot cocoa. Boy oh boy did that ever taste good. When I finished eating, I took a hot shower and redressed in warm clothes and went back to the garage to help with the butchering of the hogs. The hide is not good for much, however if boiled and stretched it can be.