When she came for me, my suitcase was hidden under mydesk. I remember being drugged and taken somewhere. I think it wasMexico because everyone spoke ...Spanish. When I came to, it wasn't hard tofigure out what had happened.In short order, I was married to Roger in a private ceremony and set upas his sexy wife, exiled to domestic servitude. I spend my days now,keeping our house spotless, tending to every domestic detail andkeeping myself as sexy as I possibly can. Last night, Roger hated. ‘Can I ask you something?’ she said quietly. Alec shrugged. ‘Sure.’ ‘I see the way you look at me, and you’ve been very considerate to me. I also understand that you fear marriage because of your family’s situation. But why won’t you even try? I’m educated. I wouldn’t be a burden to you, and I wouldn’t make any unreasonable demands like I’ve heard a lot of American women do to their husbands.’ ‘Ever think maybe you should make a few unreasonable demands’ Laila paused for a moment while. She reaches up and unbuttons my jeans, one button at a time as I watch. Her fingers find their way in and I want to scream for her to please touch me. Instead, I pull off her slacks and then discard my jeans. Now both naked, in the flickering candle light I lay down on top of her and press my thigh between her legs as I whisper how much Ive missed this us. The sticky, slick wetness that greets my thigh lets me know that she is wanting me as much as I want her. I slide my leg down and back up so. Wouldn't you?Anyway, HE was breathing okay and I got some towels todry him off, but just then, he regained consciousnessand pushed me away, muttering something about zippersor velcro or something like that. I bent down closerto his mouth and I could make out,"Closure. Down the back of the suit. Works likevelcro. Start at neck and work downward to belowwaist." Then he passed out again.I rolled him over and, after a bit of fumbling around,I found were there was a tab of some kind at the joiningof.