We’d been through enough shit that we weren’t looking for any more, and that no ransom would ever be paid for myself, or any of my family, and tha...t the authorities would certainly, without question, be notified, if anything egregious occurred. We all agreed, sadly, that it was the only way to curb the violence, and that if one of us was kidnapped, we had to be strong, but not put the others in danger by paying the requested ransom. If we did, there would be no end to the threat.To that end, we. " That's none of your business," I said, gathering some cum off my forehead that I'd just noticed."It's math, Kylie," he chuckled. "Um, sixteen when you were born? Ohhh ... Shit, yeah! And she doesn't put out? Who's confused here?" You are!" I said. "So what? She got married young, a lot of girls do. It doesn't mean they're sluts." It does if they're putting out at fifteen," Michael laughed. "She was pregnant when she got married? I bet she was." You don't know," I sighed, feeling the sperm. I was reluctant as I wasn’t sure that I wanted to live away from my home, and did wonder if I would continue to enjoy my ““episodes”. I needed all kinds of medical examinations, from immunisations through to cardiograms and body scans. This was all for the medical insurance that the company would take out for me. I seemed to be OK on most things, but they did find I had a slightly overactive thyroid and needed to take medication on an on-going basis, though not a very heavy dosage. Then I was. Aside from issuinghim a few succinct orders each day, I never talked to him anymore.I could not divorce him; the legalities and economics would have disruptedmy comfort. But our joint investments and savings plus my salary couldpermit me to enjoy the pleasure-filled life I had increasingly wanted.Be assured that I never considered having him put down or thrown into abrothel in some god-forsaken place; that would just have been morallywrong. However, he had to go in order for me to live. I did.