“Mrs. Stewart, I’m Dr. Herzog. Won’t you have a seat so that we can discuss your husband’s condition?”Grace froze. She’d forgotten Mac had...told the clerk who did the intake interview that she was his wife.“Y-yes,” She stammered. “Of course.”“My apologies if I have caused concern. Let me first say that there are no tumors in your husband’s brain,” Dr. Herzog said. “But I have reason to believe that a migraine does not cause his pain. It is my professional opinion that he is suffering from a. Charlie came back down and said '...all the folks are gone, nobodies here but us, make your self at home...' Bruce looked at me and said '...good thing that you came with us, you could be in big trouble by now...' I heard Daniel laughing from the back room and felt very uneasy. Charlie asked '...you want to look at some girlie mags, I've got some you all haven't seen yet...' Charlie reached up over a shelve and begin to move stuff around, some item begin to fall and he said '...some one give me. Jim was fighting for the South but I couldn’t bring myself to tell him no. So I shook my head yes. “Thank you, ma’am,” he said. “Are you living here all by yourself?” “Yes, sir,” I said, “my husband is fighting in the war as well.” “You must be right proud of him.” “I am.” Then he asked if there were any chores that he could tend to since my husband was gone. I didn’t want to be rude so I told him I needed help moving my mamma’s chifferobe in the master bedroom. He agreed to help me and. We sat stock still, I not daring to move, subconsciously feeling his penis subside inside me, his warm semen, acting like a lubricant, aided its departure, and the memories of a ship sliding down its slipway and into the waters below, played heavily in my mind, his penis slipping from my fleshiness, the wetness dragged through the leg of my panties elastic, his semen seemingly oozing into the now soaked crotch of my cotton panties.That was it, it had happened, I had been penetrated on a day.