"stooppp fucking my..." I shoved the sock back in her mouth at this point and gripped her by those delicious hips, nipping the fat under the skin, a r...al delicacy, but I wasn't delicate with my re-entry into her asshole. I was throbbing again and started a nice hard, rhythmic shit-hole shagging action, which she took as offense according to her exacerbated howl! "come on, come on" I started again "tell me what you want" I heard a muzzled "plleeeeassse" please what? I said. BY THIS POINT SHE WAS. ..I want to go back to Martinanow, Indira."The hurt in her eyes nearly broke me. She rose after a few seconds andquickly pulled on a pair of shorts and a pullover. Grabbing her slickeron the way out, she paused at the hatch. There were tears on hercheeks. "I hope it's a very good reason, Debbie. We'll be back inMartina in about four hours."I couldn't just sit there and cry about it. Decided to do somethinguseful, I cleaned the cabin, straightening things up, getting thingsready to unload at the. I’ll make it up to her with a fancy dinner. I go grocery shopping again. It’s taking time to separate my accounts from Carl, especially when I’m trying to avoid talking to him at all costs. I get a new card and open a new bank account. I get a friend to sneak into my apartment and get some of my clothes, but more importantly, I ask her to get my identifying documents.Most of my time each day is spent practically divorcing Carl, and we weren’t even married. Someone should have told me when I. You don’t want to miss your plane.”“It won’t leave until I’m ready Georgia but your right, we should go.”Daddy stood up then held his hand out for me to hold as I got up. Arm in arm we slowly walked out. I say slowly because quite a few people came up to us to thank daddy; and, possibly, to have another look at my virtually naked body.As soon as we were out of the room and walking to the door, daddy said,“I meant what I said Georgia, you are beautiful, and I’m glad that you didn’t want to go.