Chapter Nine
Robin pulled the Land Cruiser to the side of the road and wept. It had been a horrible, humiliating, degrading, Thursday morning, and she needed to cry. Maybe if she had cried more often for her husband, their marriage would have survived. The one-legged man had used her over three hours and made her do the most disgusting things.
Finally though, with her ordeal over and moisture still clinging to her inner thighs, he put his arm around her as if they were lovers let her dress and coaxed her toward the garage. She had feared he would make her drive him home naked, but he didn’t. “Stupid cunt,” she screamed out loud as she reversed the car from the gravel of his country ranch house driveway and sped away. If she had had a relationship with Deity, she would have prayed.
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