My mom faced a tough time after Sharif left.She looked dull and depressed for a few days. When my dad asked her why she looked dull, she said that she...felt bored at home.Being a supportive husband, my dad asked my mom if she wants to do a job or go on a vacation to get rid of her boredom. My mom thought of it and said that she will search for a job. She was desperate for a diversion in her life, plus she wanted to be financially independent. In a month or so, she applied for many jobs and. I'm very, very good at defending myself. I was chained to a chair so I couldn't move my arms or legs more than an inch, but when two experienced criminal men tried to kill me, they were the ones who ended up dead."I could tell when Mom got it - her face turned white. Mom double-checked her horrific conclusion, "YOU killed them?" I'm afraid so. They were about to kill me, so I didn't have a choice." But that's TERRIBLE!" It was terrible that they left me no choice, but it was their fault for. ”He pushed me onto my back. I spread my legs. Squealed when his tongue invaded me. Nope, he doesn’t have a problem with it. That was analytical, but analysis stopped because he kept licking and sucking and nibbling me waaaay past the requirements for getting rid of the previous mess. I came again. Twice.Now we can go back to sleep, curled up away from the wet spot.We woke up at seven. Ate breakfast.The clerk of court’s office is open at nine. We’re there. When we walk out of the building at. He has the hard muscles of a swordsman, and the pale scars too: they criss-cross his chest and back and shoulders, each pale and puckered patch marks a brush with death. But only a brush.But what those scars buy... my hand goes absent-mindedly to the beautiful fine gold chain around my neck, the work of the finest Rhineland goldsmiths, a betrothal-bond taken from the neck of a fair southern maiden. A sweet shiver runs down my spine and between my legs at the thought of what else my husband.