She ran her fingers through his hair, stroked his cheek then turned his face up to hers and very gently kissed him. He stroked her back with both hand...s.“My Allie,” he little more than whispered. “My precious, little Allie. I love you.”His hold tightened and she whimpered then nodded. “And I don’t have to bottle up mine for you any longer, my Toby. I can show the world your mine, my darling man. I’ve waited so long for this.”“And tomorrow you shall have my ring on your finger to prove it for all. She had taken a shower while Jon had poured the drinks so, as she twirled, he got sprayed with fine droplets of water as it flicked off of her hair.He realised he hadn’t answered, but was only able to nod his appreciation.She stopped twirling and sank into the chair opposite him, tucking her long tanned legs under her. The robe remained open, just covering her aureoles in a tantalising show of they’re here, but just beyond your reach and either side of a cleavage where it might be possible to. ’”She laughed loudly, “Ah, the jealousy of the ill-bred punk.”“I refuse to stand here for such abuse.”“Of course not. Too manly for you. Your style is lying down for self-abuse.”We laughed and waved our good-byes. She went west, I went south, and after passing many people waiting attentively for dates, I came to the little bridge over the creek through campus where three women waited, none of them Evelyn. Ah well, perhaps she hadn’t come yet. I stood there as the three looked at me.The nearest. Nevermind. I don't want to get in trouble." They....do they beat you? Or worse? If it's something small, then it's afamily matter and not worth getting the police involved and destroyingyour family over.But if you are being seriously beaten or abused...giveme one example of what's being done and if it's bad enough you can stayat my house for now and we'll get the police involved."My heart was pounding...I didn't even have to fake the quiver. My liptrembled a bit. "Well, remember the 'accident'.