.. no better than any cheating husband or boyfriend anywhere."Don't cry, luv, you'll smear your make-up." I don't care anymore," she replied bitterly,... dabbing her eyes gingerly with his handkerchief. "I'd like another drink, please. It looks like I'11 need one." Now you're talking," smiled Bill Dodge, "that's just what I hoped you'd say."Dodge's arm curled around her waist as she pulled heavily on her new drink; she leaned limply against him, all will to fight kicked out of her like a lungful. In between this I got an opportunity to work in abroad. I was at that time 29 years, 2009. I went alone to work. Went there and being a pre-opening concern we were in the phase of recruitment. Out of all the applicants there was one applicant with an Indian name. Got interested in that applicant and shortlisted as her qualification has admired me. In abroad also i was in my own world and no intention towards any girls or ladies as I was tied up in my own job and duty.Lets go to the story, this. Some boys from high school were holding me down and tearing my clothes off. I kept screaming at them to stop, but they just laughed and hurt me some more."It was so real ... and really terrible ... I kept begging them to stop but they just laughed and kept hurting me..."She was embarrassed, shy, and needy, all at once. I was needy but not for a good cry. As I started to disengage to go to the bathroom, I realized if I had to go, she probably did too, but was too scared to let go. Rather than. She started the car and we headed out again. My brain was racing though. First, what kind of perv was I? Watching my family fuck the hell out of each other had turned me on like crazy. Second, who ELSE knew about this — did Aunt Angel know her sister and brother were screwing. Was she screwing him too? Third, what about Mom’s family — my Aunt and Uncle are nice-looking people, were my folks swinging with them too? Did my cousins know? I had to put all these thoughts out of my head, because I.