She also opened all of her bottles of Holy Water! She fucking bathed me with that shit. Called me every bad name... she wasn't recognizing me as her s...n, but I definitely wasn't recognizing her as a human being."Enough. Enough listening to all of this. Yes, everything was my fault, once again. But I had to do something.So, I did the stupidest thing I could do; I stepped forward and hugged him.His body was steaming for the rage and the tension, his heart was beating faster than the drum solo in. " She stared at me, eyes wide. "You?"I shook my head. "Not me. Fate. And only fate, Anita. Enjoy your marriage. I wish you all the best. I really do."I walked away from her with a smile on my face, leaving her to quickly shove the coil wire back into the box and hide it. Shortly after that, Dad and I left. Anita moved away from her house after returning from her honeymoon. A rental company took over management of it. I never saw her again. But I'd achieved closure to that part of my life and. ..possibly. He was a big burly man of over six feet, weighing more than 300pounds. His continence was forbidding and grim. He was never,,Ever wrong. His interrogations were notorious for their cruelty andsadism. Elisabeth of Landsborg, hands shackled in front of her, was led into thechamber. She was a strikingly beautiful young woman of 19 years..Of average height she was wonderfully endowed with abeautiful body of statuesque proportions. She had typically Teutonic longblonde hair, her. Grabbing her pants and silky underwear, I started moving down the length of her body. Kissing her neck, each nipple, her chest, her stomach her belly button, all the time sliding her bottoms off as I moved down her body, till finally her pants her at her ankles in my outstretched arms and my kisses just below her waistline. She was clean-shaven except of a little landing strip of blondish brown pubic hair right in the center. I slipped her bottoms past her feet and my mouth right at the.