But I couldn't move on. And each little inkling inside of me that tried to move on was smothered by guilt at dishonoring her memory or something.Perha...ps I would get some closure on Saturday. The funeral was scheduled for then. Quite a few of Ellie's friends had already made plans to return home.Monica and Nate flew back. Most of our High School clique showed up. I'm pretty sure everyone expressed their sympathies to me, but I don't remember much from that day.One thing I do remember was how. Even a simple thing like realizing shirts nowbuttoned from the opposite side. By now, my incision was healing nicely,my hair was growing out, and I was ready to begin the next phase of myrecovery.Chapter Two: Back in the WorldMom and I had a team of therapists and social workers assigned to us.Not only did we each have to cope with what had happened, we had tolearn how to relate to each other in a totally different way. Before theaccident, we were husband and wife?both adults, both equal. Ik werd door marlie op een stoel gezet en ze zei nu is het wachten tot hij weer slap is. Toen het bloed na 20 minuten mijn pik was verlaten bond marlie mijn ballen en penis met een schoenveter bij elkaar. Van joske kreeg ik de opdracht mee deze de hele dag om te laten zitten tot zij me bij haar riep om hem er af te halen. Na 6 langen uren met een kloppende penis rond gelopen te hebben besloot ik toch maar eens te gaan plassen. Ik stond bij de urinoirs trok mijn broek uit waarop een stemmetje. ”“I won’t do that.”“I’ll push needles through your nipples if you don’t do everything we say,” warned Gary. The men freed Linda and forced her to kneel on the patio. They twisted her arms behind her back and bent her body forward, before Cindy knelt behind her.“Let me go. Please, let me go.”“I’m going to enjoy fucking this bitch,” Cindy guided the dildoe between the lips of Linda’s abused pussy. She pushed her hips forward and drove the thick plastic head into the tight channel.“Oh, oh, that.