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‘John, it’s getting late…’ ‘Why are you marrying him?’ ‘Because it’s what’s expected of me,’ I blurt, frustrated to the hilt. ‘Since when have you done what was expected of you, Ingrid?’ ‘You’re confusing me…’ I shake my mandick head, trying to block out thoughts of reality. He pushes his cock in again, just when I’m at the point of mandick putting my clothes back on and getting out mandick of the car. He knows that I’m upset, and he knows that I’m confused, but he nibbles my neck before he starts mandick pumping me mandick hard, making me scream from his furious pounding. ‘Is that what you want?’ he asks, breathless and panting. ‘Is that what you want from me? You want my black dick stabbing into you? Fucking your brains out? Is that all you want mandick?’ He sounds angry, and with each mandick word, he pushes harder, grabbing my arms so tightly that it hurts. He cums mandick hard, so hard that he releases a rumbling growl. His spurting cock sends me off again. I’m angry with him, for being so rough with me, but my body jerks cruelly, betraying me by revealing my base pleasure in his rough fucking. --- mandick ‘Honey, what’s wrong?’ Wade sits in the chair next to my bed. ‘Ingrid, you mandick have mandick to mandick tell me.’ ‘There’s nothing to tell, Wade.’ On the verge of tears, I turn away from him. ‘Ingrid, are you crying? I know something’s mandick wrong now… you never cry. Come on, sit up.’ ‘No, Wade!’ I panic, realizing that he’ll see the bruises on my arms. ‘Just leave me alone. I want to be by myself for a while.’ ‘Are you pregnant, Honey? Is that what it is? And you don’t want to get rid of it?’

‘Wade!’ He’s making me angry now. ‘Just go.’ I’ve been up all night, wondering how I’ve gotten myself into such a mess mandick. John made me realize, made me admit, that I’m mandick not in love with Wade. I don’t think I ever have been. A mandick woman is supposed to have a man, and Wade fit the bill. I’ve never been too particular. I like Wade; I like him immensely. And he doesn’t pressure me about anything. That’s what I like most about him mandick. He’s not so great in bed, but I never expected much there, anyway. I’ve always thought that something was wrong with mandick me; I always thought it was my fault, that I had some sort of blockage or mandick dysfunction that wouldn’t allow me to enjoy sex. I’d been fully prepared to spend the rest of mandick my days with a lackluster love life. And why marry Wade? It’s because my family knows him. He’s always been around. He’s the one that they mandick know. It’s too late, and I’m too old, to start them off with someone new. And if I mandick have to get married, Wade’s not the worst candidate. He’s intelligent. Our children will be smart. And cute, too. I’ve been going through mandick this whole thing without really thinking about what I really want, only concerned with what will mandick appear to be normal. When mandick John brought it up last night, it embarrassed me, made me feel ashamed, to be mandick marrying a man that I don’t love. ‘Ingrid, what’s mandick this on your arm?’ I try to hide them, but Wade pulls them out again, turning my arms so that he can get a full view. ‘What happened to you?’ ‘Nothing.’ ‘Ingrid mandick,’ he sounds serious mandick. ‘You have to tell me. Who did mandick this mandick to you?’ ‘No one mandick. I just hurt myself, climbing mandick in the apple trees again.’ ‘When was this?’ ‘The other day, Tuesday, Wednesday… I don’t remember exactly.’ ‘I mandick don’t remember you mandick climbing any trees…’ ‘Wade! Why don’t you believe me?’ ‘You don’t have to be afraid, Ingrid.’ ‘What are you talking about?’ ‘Is that why you’ve been hiding out up here? Is that why you’ve locked yourself away? Has someone been bothering you?’ mandick ‘No, Wade. I’m just not feeling well. I told you mandick…’