“So, would you like to have dinner with me?”“Oh, um, thanks, but I think I’m going to pass. I have several things to finish up before our trip..., and I should spend some time on that,” Grace replied.He frowned, “I thought you just said you have everything set.”“For the trip, yes. But I still need to take care of some personal things,” she explained.“Oh, of course,” he said, sounding disappointed.“Well, I will see you tomorrow, Mac,” she said, knowing the nickname would elicit a smile from. It would be unforgivable if the coworkers of a complaining witness’s husband heard details that had never been presented in court.”“Do you have something you want to say? Or are you just here because nobody else will listen to your platitudes? I have serious crimes to prosecute.” Reminding him that she didn’t consider the traffic offenses he prosecuted as serious.“Well, it’s like this. I’m going to marry Candy. And it would embarrass me if the details she told you got around the office. I’m. Caring for a small baby was time-consuming, of that there was no doubt. She was suffering a little post-partum depression; a good hot bath should ease some of that tension, I hoped.Soon enough, the water stopped running. I waited a couple more minutes, and then wandered into the bedroom. My wife was sitting there, on the edge of the bed; her hair was tied up in one towel, while she was perched on the other, trying to reach places which only a year before had been in close proximity, now. The pain lessened now with my body growing used to the intrusion. He was staring at my breasts, down to my tummy and finally into my eyes. “ you’re my little girl Freya don’t ever forget it” he says before bringing his flat hand down across my left breast. I scream out in pain before another blow rains down, time after time his hands slap down against my breasts and tummy, the flesh going from white, to pink to blue in some places, all the while he is still fucking my poor arse raw. “take your.