. I fell hopelessly in love with Stephen ‘And he wanted children more than anything ,’ her friend supplied. Cathryn paused, ‘Yes, he did. At 25... he felt his life was just beginning and could not imagine that life without a family. What we wanted, what we needed was just too different. So . . . we parted company.’ But it hadn’t been that easy. When she told him she could not, in good conscience, marry him knowing she would never give him children, he was heartbroken. Stephen begged and pleaded. Lovely girl! Fucking Roasburie bitches!On Friday at home after work, I wrote the letter to Geoff Roasburie outlining the whole saga of infidelity and lack of communication. I enclosed photo’s of Penny with Martin Greaves, the loving couple, one of them walking with arms round each other, and the other of them on the park bench with hands on each other’s genitals, sealed the envelope and posted it. Perhaps this would finally put an end to my pointless association with the delinquent. ‘Don’t you dare cum until I tell you!’ she sneered.”No mommy, I-I’ll try not to,’ I said I wincing as shedug her talons deeper into my tender skin. ‘Pleasemommy, you’re hurting me!’‘Of course I’m hurting you! You deserve to be hurt. Andnow you have confessed your sins, I am going to hurtyou many times Alex,’ she said. ‘Now and in the futureI’m going to punish you because you need to bepunished. You are not just. "Tell me your name, pretty girl," he smiled, looking down at her. And she was indeed, VERY pretty. She was hardly five feet tall, with long, straight hair the color of a raven's feather. So black, it shown with highlights of purple. Green eyes glistened with moisture. Porcelain skin, clear with just a splattering of freckles across her torso and up her slender neck to her face and button nose. Not too much on top, but enough to let you know she was indeed a woman. The only "blemish" to her was.