Moaning with my hand over my mouth my body trembling over and over.It was nothing like I had ever felt.But the pleasurable feeling didn't last long; w...ith heavy breathing Iagain felt the burning sensation along my now very large hips and in myabdomen. I couldn't stand it hurt too much. I could feel my gut movingand what I could only think of was the pressure of a womb inside. As theburning continues up my body I saw all of the hair that I did have wispaway leaving me perfectly smooth, and. I don't want to seeyou hurt. Please take my advice and keep away from him." Those words cameso prophetically true. John had hurt or killed a little girl. How could Ihave ever loved a man who had such a beast residing inside him, waitingto get out?I sobbed out my anguish over the lost love I had in me. My love hadkilled a child, one he had sworn to protect with his life. Suddenly, Istopped crying and looked closer at the scene. The parents of the littlegirl suddenly became known to me. It was. But this one had challenged me to love in a new and greater way, and all of that was bringing a fullness to this celebration I had never experienced before. I invited Barry to sit on a bench near the tub. I kicked off my pumps and knelt down to untie his shoelaces, I slipped off his shoes, and then his socks. I lovingly massaged his feet one at a time. I stood behind him, massaging his shoulders and neck, and sending energy into his scalp. I walked around in front of him and unbuttoned his. His eyes trailed along my breasts; heaving from my desperate gasps for air and cupped in a nude, push-up bra. And then down to where my skirt had been hiked up and a red thong was clearly visible. I tried to speak but he tightened his grip around my throat. He kicked at one of my feet and I raised it up onto the toilet seat, staring at him with wide, scared eyes. He cupped my breast in his hand and began massage it, biting his bottom lip, his eyes fixated on my body.“No,” I whimpered, but he.