The news was all over the city. No word was out on me, but the description of Mrs. Houton and her daughter and servant made the rounds, was in the new...paper, we were told, and tacked to fences by nightfall."We've got to get them out of here," I told Von R-- as the four of us dined late and together."All the roads are blocked," the grey-haired woman said, "It'll have to be on the river. Don't I recall you found a boat before, for some hussy, before Howe arrived."I remembered the woman's luscious. I said, “Get your hand off me, I’m not going anywhere with you.”Allen grabbed his arm and squeezed the pressure point at his elbow causing him to let go of me and told him not to press his luck. He left, flipping us off as he walked out.Allen said, “Wow, Jan, where did you find that one?”I said, “It was our first date. A “get-to-know-me” lunch date, if you know what I mean. I think I found out all I needed to know about him.” We both laughed.He asked, “So you’re still not married? Still chasing. He wouldn't make love to her but he would force her to have sex with him. When I asked why she allowed herself to remain with him she surprised me."From the time I was thirteen," she began telling me, "my father raped me once a week. By the time I'd turned eighteen Dan had come into my life. We got married but I disappointed him in bed. After several sessions with a couple of marriage consultants it was decided I couldn't have normal sexual relations. The only way I could be sexual was if I was. Phir usne meri maxy ke buttons khole…Rupa chal maxy nikaal de chinaal…ohhh Sachin tum to apne bhaiyya se kitne acche ho. Apni bhabhi ko chinaal kehte ho to chinaal jaise treat bhi karo usse. Maine apni maxy utaar di. Meri bra utaarkar woh meri neckline chumne laga.Apni jeeb se meri neckline ko chaatne laga. Ummmmm ohhhhhhhhh mein ab paagal hone lagi…devarji is chinaal ko aaj apni sahi aukaad dikha do. Usne meri bra utaari aur mere mamon ko zor zor se dabane laga ohhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhh.