The other wives. As always she felt alone. Different. Isolated. How could she explain? She couldn’t. It was that simple. The bastard had won. She w...ould never be free of him. Not now. *** That morning…September 11, 2001…somewhere in suburban New York/New Jersey Jane bustled about the kitchen trying to get breakfast made. The bacon had to be perfect: crisp but not burnt. His eggs had to be perfect: moist but not runny. The children had to be perfect: school uniforms clean and ironed, their. The day went great untill my last period class. Calculus!! Sooo boring. I was passing notes, and generally cutting up, when my teacher Mr. Denton said, "Delilah, bring that note up here right now!"My face blushed fiery red. The note was about him. I refused to bring it up.When he kept demanding it, I stuffed it down my shirt and said, "You can't get it now." I laughed at him.Thinking I had the upper hand, I smirked at him and he said, "Delilah, see me after class".The bell for the day rang and. But marko followed the car’s trajectory, if only to ensure that his new slave’s tits weren’t torn off. Respite was short. I saw the front window roll down, and a middle aged woman appear. She slapped me hard twice, trying to shoo me away. Seeing that there was no change, she began pushing me, unaware that I was attached to their car. She tried to confine her manicured hands to my face and neck, but the jerking inevitably brought them to my breasts, stretched to ripping point. She started. This babe was a looker, a butter and egg fly. She stood in front of my desk waiting for me to invite her to sit down. I was dizzy with the dame and couldn't make my vocal chords work. I finally croaked out something which she took as an offer of a chair. She was like poetry in motion when she folded her svelte body into the chair and stared at me. When she started to speak her voice was like honey and I was the bee.I didn't catch what she said at first and she had to repeat herself, "Mr. Malone.