She wished to catch the import of the murmured words echoing and bouncing about her."Vandal! Thief! Liar! Murderess!" The ancient voice hissed."Which ...evel of hell is your destination, Madame? What punishment awaits you?" It croaked.Placing her hands defiantly upon her hips and raising her chin against the darkness, Christine replied."You cannot frighten me with your empty threats and lies. You have no power over me any more."A low growl ran through the air surrounding the woman."Ma petite. Since I saw the television programme I have been reflecting on what happened more objectively. It seems to me that Bill was in some ways a victim of his mother in the same way I was. It did not have the disastrous financial consequences for him that it had for me. The hurt he felt at my alleged betrayal must have been really painful for him, because I truly believe that at that point we were madly in love and were planning a future together. When we hurt like that, as I well know now we tend to. As she excitedly strode up the stairs I kicked myself for being such an idiot. There was no point in trying to kid myself; I knew I was in deep shit. She'd already got me to hand over my heels, something that I'd refused to do for many years. Yet, less than five minutes after discovering my fetish she was wearing them out to a date. I felt a lingering in my stomach, something which I had never felt before: dread. It was about midnight when I heard a car pull up outside. I'd been dozing while. As he said the bathroom was over therei was frozen for a second , my hearth pounding and i stood up as he sat down and roll somei got out after fighting the idea of running away , but once in the lingery i felt the desire to go out and suck himhe was lighting one up , waving at me to sit at his sidedress like a girl , at his side, taking the joint and looking at him unbucle then drop his pants sit back his bbc all up and wet at the toptook me the joint and said ''here girl , try some of this.