She said “We can be friend and talk for a while and trust me it would be worth a while”. I said ok and introduced myself. She did the same and ask...ed about my studies and other stuff’s like hobbies and such. I said about her and she said “I am married but….” that gap made me think something was wrong, I said her no problem, if you don’t wanted to tell.She said “Not like that, I have been fighting with my husband for silly reasons because I am not satisfied at bed. I was wondershook, I don’t know. He has reduced me to a piece of meat. And I can’t stop thinking about him, about his fat cock, about sex. it is like some grotesque variant of Beauty and the Beast. I find myself actually feeling sympathy for him. I find myself needing him. If I am honest with myself I will admit I find myself wanting him. And what he does to me. What he makes me do. He exudes power. Mastery. Images of that clinical torture chamber inside the vault keep appearing on the fringes of my mind and fleeting questions. "She slapped his hand, "NO! You play with me. You work by yourself."When he grinned at her, she knew that he had baited her. She recovered, "OK, smartass." What will you do tomorrow?" I volunteer at the Refuge House. Tomorrow, I will work with the children." Are you a counselor?" Yes, I am certified. Mostly, I work with distressed children and women sometimes." Ashley, every day, you amaze me. Where is your day job?"She flushed, "What ever I want it to be. My father left me enough money to do. Like I said, I still held a tiny bit of hope that she’d be there, which of course would mean she changed her mind. I pulled into the drive and anxiously hit the garage door remote ... Damn! Her Focus was nowhere to be seen. I pulled my Navigator demo into my space and walked into the house with new anger. I really had hoped she’d be there.I broke out a beer, sat in my easy chair, pulled out my phone, and dialed the number Bill gave me. After explaining who I was, I described what I needed and.