My Wife, My Tormentor

long he stood there

was a phys

eard voices. Ser

light and crue

ulian. Utterly broken.

hiss of an aeroso

nfectant, even as she

raphina stood there

! I completely forgot I l

ere cold,

, clutched in her hand,

of the screen before

shots are a HIT! Old Mrs. Astor is already

id s

ed him. Naked

hit him like a

sk. "We're going to a charity auction. For a

simple, dark

ansing. Can't have you sm

r him, but this time, it was

ice but to co

would handle things

eaning affirmations, his mind a turmoil

g held at a private, exclu

mming to herself, occasionally gla