I knew why he led me. Wanted it. I was still turned on, turned on by the thought, the sight of my sons cock, of what I’d imagined as I spread my leg...s.His cock was hard, though not as big as how I imagined Mikes. He penetrated me, fucked me hard. I came, then came again. It wasn’t him that made me come, it was Mike, and the thought of him fucking me while his sister watched. I trembled, and my juices flowed. I clawed at him, as he sweated above me. Then he came, ejaculating inside me, his come. That's what I was when you found me, and that's what I am still. You made the mistake of thinking you could change me into somebody I'm not. I am not your pawn, and I am not a soldier in your petty quest for power. I am Annabelle. And nothing you've done with me over the past thirty-seven years, not your Blood Rose techniques, nor your hours of intolerable combat lessons, can change that."Electra frowned, and turned her back to Annabelle. "It's as I feared. You haven't a drop of warrior's blood. Let's give it a year or so."We both found work in our career fields and the marriage talk was forgotten as we submerged ourselves in our new jobs. Some things didn't change just because we were no longer in school. We still had arguments and Sandy would move out and then we would make up and she would move back in. We both developed new interests and did a lot of new things without the other being involved, but we stayed together. Two years went by and then the wedding talk started again, but I. I saw the fireman who I spoke to earlier indicate me to a paramedic, who sauntered over to me.“I’ve heard you’re feeling a bit groggy”“Just a bit shaken, I think”“Well my name’s Dave. I’ll just check you for concussion.” He did the usual check with his fingers accompanied by some current affairs questions. “You do seem a bit dazed. I’ll come back in a minute to check on you as I can see this young woman wants to talk to you.”I turned my head and WPC Dobbs had her notebook out. I recounted as.