And you will be taken and used far worse than option one. I do not want you hurt. I can live with you being fucked. But I can’t live with you being ...hurt.”She looked at me for a long, long time. “Arthur, how long do I have before they come for us?”I would say a day, maybe two. But I would probably say they will get together on this by tomorrow night.“Tell everyone tomorrow morning I wish to address them. tell them please.” Her voice was resigned and flat. I looked at my wife as I continued to. As soon as I stepped in I knew it was rough. Getting my basket I was going round the store and crossing off off my list, when I saw this girl she was beautiful, young and chavvy.Then I saw her boyfriend, he looked menacing, as I was looking at this girl a male assistant came up to me and said "She's unavailable pal", "mmmmmmm" I said, he said "I can help you with your shopping if you'd like me to", "Ok" I replied. As he went round the store I followed him, his name was Andy and he was happy to. Whenever I do see him, we just sort of wave to acknowledge each other’s existence. About a month after that a younger man who lived in the next block came by. I knew who this guy’s wife was. She was a pretty young woman with an ample figure, meaning big boobs, a big ass and a thick waist. We would always greet each other when she walked past my house and I was outside. I’d say the guy was in his early thirties, but was aging rapidly. His hair, which he wore very short, was going fast, and his. She had shed some of that long-term pattern of never being out of place. And, in that instant, Christina became more beautiful than ever before. I placed my jacket over the back of a chair, loosened my tie, unbuttoned and rolled my sleeves, and settled onto the couch. She smiled and went into the bedroom. I could hear water running. I had no recognition of time. It could have been five minutes, or easily thirty. My mind was trying to assimilate the past several hours, with no real luck. I knew.