My brother Bob had the honor to walk me down the aisle to Frank. The best man was Frank's best friend and the Maid of honor was my best friend. My you...ngest granddaughters were the flower girls. We were happy to say yes in front of the guests. I danced with my new husband a lot at the reception. Jenny was very friendly with me. My sister in law Martha and her sons were among the guests also. I agreed with Frank that Jenny's paternity remained in shadow. My mother was very glad I found happiness. I grabbed the gear shift and froze. You love him. The sentence seemed to float from the deepness of my soul. You love him.But, he hurt me. He degraded me. Fresh sobs wracked my bodyYes. But who hasn't hurt the one they love.Tears rolled down my cheek, my stomach tangled with emotions. I tried to put the car into gear, but my hand refused to move. If I just put the car in reverse, I would be free. Come on, girl, it's not worth the risk. If you go back, you'll just be his slave again.You're free. " While the second man was even more explicit and suggested that, "we could have had her head pushed down into a toilet bowl full of stale, putrid shit. Then scoop a cup of it out and force her to drink it, with more of it poured over her head. Some old, stale turds shoved into her pussy would help as well."(Yvonne's note: You'll recognise the the above comments from those left by readers at the first part of this story.)Rob felt his lust stirring as he read these filthy suggestions. Yes, he. "John closed his phone thoughtfully. Time to speak to the family doctor. He phoned the Security office, and got Fred this time."Sorry, Governor. Welty is away, his shift was over. Can I help?" Sure, Fred. Would you ask Joe Fabricci who his family doctor is: the one who prescribes his pills?" Can you hang on sir, or do you want me to phone you back?" Fred, why don't you take the phone to Mr Fabricci, and get him to tell me direct?" Good idea, sir. I'll do that."A minute later, Joe was there:.