"I love you, Walter. What am I going to do?"Well, yes. Call me stupid. Call me blind. A year later we were married. Bella had been into therapy right ...fter the night of our reunion. I went with her and even after we decided to marry, things were hard for her. She loved me madly, I loved her madly. But the urge was there. It would never leave her, as the good doctor assured us. But it could be managed.I don't know if she was faithful, that first year. I don't want to know. But I believed she. I suddenly felt it's wet bulbous head poking into my cheek. I tried to turn my head but my father held me tight. It slid up against my face leaving a trail of warm sticky liquid behind it. It poked me in the nose, eyes and my lips. At times, it felt like it was hitting me in the face but I dared not open my eyes to see what was happening. Then, it pressed into my lips with such force it broke my lips and squished up against my teeth. Again I pulled away frantically but remained in my father's. She was very sexually attracted to him. She looked at him and imagined him doing things to her that she hadn’t had in a long time. She knew he would be a good lover, stimulating her, driving her crazy. The fact that he was a police officer had its turn ons as well, as much as she hated to admit it.She woke up the next morning wet from her erotic dreams of their sexual play. He the dominant, taking her, she the submissive, fighting him off but giving in to the pleasure. She dreamt of his mouth,. “I would love it if you joined me for a little while. Perhaps we can chat a little bit. I appreciate you driving me home.” Julie paused, licking her lip. Sighing, she added, “unless you have to get home right away…” Her voice trailed off, hoping that she sounded disappointed.“No. No, I don’t need to be anywhere.” Nicki smiled and jumped up in her seat to reassure her coworker she would not mind stopping for a few minutes to visit. “I got nothing waiting for me at home.” She laughed a little. “I.