And then another one, in larger letters, just below my belly button…”This body asian is property of Kyle” with a circle drawn around my mound and pussy. I quickly tried to scrub it off…it was not going anywhere. Most likely he used the laundry marker…shit, guess this was one way to keep me covered up. Since I generally slept in the nude…quite sure Ken would notice me in pajamas. I would have pregnant to figure something out. None of this was as debilitating as the stretched throat and jaw muscles, had to wonder how I was to communicate…especially in regards to confronting Kyle. This was too much…it had to stop. Chapter 3 Thankfully, Kyle had disappeared at least for the rest of the day…and was out the door to school before I even was ready for work the next day. That whole day I was in recovery mode, in the morning it was easier to use head and hand movements to communicate than try to croak out a few words, but by the afternoon I was sufficient at hoarsely speaking a few words at a time. The need to put what had happened yesterday behind me was paramount in my priorities…but still no Kyle, he avoided making any contact with me. It did not help that to keep my physical blemishes hidden, I had to be the first to bed and the first out of the house. The week rolled into Wednesday, the markers still perfectly legible but lightening…and the hickey’s were slowly subsiding into yellowish obscurity, even though there were scabs on the bite marks, the irritation around them was gone. Felt has though by the weekend at least my upper torso would be close to normal…the writing might take a little bit more time. This healing also was tempering my anger at my son…and somehow validating my reaction based on self-victimization. Over night, I woke up covered in sweat…it was dream…no it was a nightmare…well maybe not from how wet my vagina was. The dream was of Kyle having his way with me…in all my orifices…including anally. The one area that has been off limits to anyone…it has never been violated, my ass was still a virgin…in my dream I had begged Kyle to take it…and just before I woke up, I had rolled over in my dream and my belly was swollen as if I was almost full term pregnant. The words, “This body belongs to Kyle” was tattooed in *********** under my extruded belly…. written in marker on my belly, “Kyle’s baby”. Took me a minute to catch my breath…what did it mean? The baby thing brought me back to reality though…at forty years old, do not think getting pregnant was in the japanese cards. ." the sound of her voice tapered off as the door shut. Jake pulls the stop cord and the bus slows. My body is so mixed up. That is where the twins came in handy. I got asian up and got us some water. The parking lot was almost deserted when we walked to the car. Through her cheering and tumbling, Ashley had lost her hymen years ago, I knew that, so I knew that once I was in, there was nothing going to stop me. The head finally entered her and she screamed out. “Yeah, David here owns three limo companies, and thus we occasionally ride in one. I shuddered, burying into her again and again. She didn't care about the massage, she just wanted to eat my snatch.” Emmanuel yelled, "You live a cemetery?" They got to the car japanese and Sarah jumped behind the wheel. “They’re going to give me the naked bumps.” I thought, but no. I laid on the bed in the middle of it and hugged a pillow under my chin. CHAPTER 6…..The after-party Girls, Frank knew some primal pregnancy secrets that I think no one I’ve been with prior or since has known. Later, through her tent flap, tied shut from the inside, I entreated, “Vilja, I am sorry. “Just… to pregnant be sure,” she said, her voice stammering a bit as I felt a cool rush of air flowing from her lips. Then she lay beside me, doing nothing else, except look into my face, she was waiting for me to make the first move.