That will be the last time you ever touch me. Aunty sex “Sandy, it looks like you never learn.” He marched her into the bedroom and pulled her onto the bed. It made her gag and she thought she would puke at any moment, but knew she better not stop. That was worse than cleaning the house. She had heard of the term “Stockholm Syndrome,” where someone kidnapped eventually falls in love with their kidnapper, but was trying to deny that she didn’t hate Mike anymore, and didn’t want to slit his throat and let him bleed out on his beautiful marble floor. He walked her over to the front door and they went outside. “I suppose this is all for you?” What are you going to make me eat?”
“No, Sandy. She tried to get him off, but he was able to hold back.
