For about six months. Then started again... same stuff over and over.My husband was controlling, manipulative, and eventually physically abusive (thou...gh I left before that got too bad), and I turned further into the self exposure stuff as a means of escape. Literally. That’s when the begging to get k**napped or blackmailed into leaving him kind of stuff started. And for years, none of that happened.So, in 2015 this. Thomas ?Well Mr. Thomas? she began as she mixed his food and he sat on the table watching her ?you know what happened yesterday, I suppose you think I should have gone to the police?? she broke off to glance across at Mr. Thomas who returned her gaze his large green eyes fixed on her ?But you see there really wasn’t any point I mean? she said shrugging ?he raped me?, there was a strange thrill in saying the word aloud, in admitting that it had in fact happened. ?it’s over, he’s not coming. Then she climbed up to my old battered polo with her briefcase. I still couldn't believe this hammer woman in my car.So we drove around a bit and she talked about me and also explained why she wanted to meet me. Her main interest in me was my looks. I was 23 years old, slim build, pierced, tattooed and had my hair a little longer and this was extremely gelled back. With a smile on her face she only said "You could be one of my clients by appearance and I like that very much. So that's the way I. And before Jenny made it back to the kitchen, she heard the hard, brutal fucking she had grown use to hearing come from the two of them.That night, after dinner, and after the chiljren had gone to bed, Jenny, Kelly, and Matt stayed in the living room to watch a movie. Kelly came walking in, fresh from a hot shower, her hair still wet and curly, wearing a tank top, and a pair of very skimpy cotton shorts. “Hey babe.” Kelly bent down and kissed Matt. Her cleavage was deep and inviting, hell, even.