That guy turned out to be Jim, my fiancé. Jim is a great guy. He is handsome, smart and ambitious. Jim is a great lover. He makes the best love to me... But Jim is a good boy. Jim makes love to me but he never "fucks" me, if you know what I mean. He would never call me names. He feels guilty when he cums in my mouth even though I tell him I love it. And he would never fuck my ass because he doesn’t want to cause me pain. Jim would never treat me as a sex object. Even if I begged him to, and I. I had searched the house from top to bottom and found small stashes of cash everywhere! There had even been a ten-thousand-dollar bundle of new bills, still in the wrapper, hidden in a hollowed-out bible in his den.I had money to live on, not even counting the bank check in my pocket, so while I would have to find work eventually, it wasn’t an immediate priority. First, I needed time to think, to plan. I needed time away from that town and those people. I needed time to grieve for Becky.I. I was thrown onto the bed. "I said sleep damnit." I scowled at her and hid in the covers. I felt her crawl into bed with me. "Youre too rash. Too angry. I know you miss your pa-" "What would you know of loss? Commander?" "I was taken from my mother at birth. I soon found out she had been sent to the gallows. My father killed him self soon after. I was a child, alone, and frightened. I don’t want to have sex. I don’t want love. Not yet. I just want someone who can die for me and I will die for. I thought that I was going to cum there and then as I was very inexperienced sexually, only having had one brief girlfriend. She told me to pull my jeans back up and then told me that things were about to change between us. If I wanted to leave I could still pack my stuff up, if not I was to go and apologise to the neighbours. Then I had to pick up all the beer cans while she had a shower and I was to be in her kitchen in half an hour.Doing as I was told I couldn’t stop thinking about what had.