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Kid Sister	By : famous1064 Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 2927 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 32: The bachelor party

We went back to work, everything pretty much back to normal. At the Next show, I would turn on my brother Matt, who was a heel. Technically this would make me a heel too, but that would work with what angle ‘Kane’ was in at that point, which was title holder against Matt. Something about blood being thicker than water. Whatever, I got to smack Matt with a chair and tell him to bite me on camera. The really good stuff was gonna happen that night!

Glenn and I walked into the arena that afternoon, late because he wanted to get some Reese’s peanut butter cups before the show. The man is gonna eat the world out of chocolate I swear. As soon as we were getting our stuff ready to head to the locker rooms, Matt came up and stole Glenn away. He wanted to discuss the bachelor party and apparently not in front of me. I told him I’d drop his stuff off at the guys locker room and finished fishing through my bags for my jeans. Not long after they left, Mark came up, sitting next to where I was.

“Hey Faith.”

“Hey Mark.”

“Whatcha doing?”

“Getting my crap together and looking for my good jeans.” I looked at him and got the same cold chill I had when he and Glenn had made that bet last year. “Why do I think something is up?”

He smiled, chewing on the inside of his mouth. “I need you to do something for me.”

“I’m not getting a gun Mark…”

He shook his head, looking around. “I need you to perform a certain task for Glenn.”

I looked at him sideways, confused. “What do I have to do for Glenn that he can’t ask of me?”

“Well he doesn’t know I’m asking you at all right now. He doesn’t know anything about it. There’s a lot of things he wont ask you to do Faith. There are just somethings a man cant ask of his woman. So I’m gonna ask.”

I scowled, cokcing an eyebrow at him. “Ok…Ask…”

“Screw him.”

“I do that on a pretty regular basis. What are you really asking?”

He dropped his head, laughing. “Ok. All he knows right now is we’re wanting to hire a stripper, the stripper is for us. He’s getting the hooker. You.”

“Huh?” Now I am really confused.

“Every man, I don’t care who he is, wants to do things with a woman that they won’t ask their woman to do. There’s shit I’d love to do, but would never in a million years ask Sara. We all think Glenn would get it out of his system if he’s done it before you two are married. Get him thoroughly plastered and he’d do it. You don’t have to tell him it’s you either. Feel up to it?”

I thought for a minute, remembering that I had told him no sex until the wedding. If he didn’t know it was me then…

“When’s the party?”

“In Vegas, three days.”

“I’ll do it, but I’m gonna need the proper equipment.”

He nodded and stood to leave. “Get me a list, I don’t care what it is. I’ll get it. If it’s clothing, I need your size.”

I smiled. “Sara wont get Jealous?”

He turned as he left. “Jealous? Hell it was halfway her idea to do all this, she would feel proud!”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Glenn met me behind the curtain, about 15 minutes before his match. He had a non-title bout against Matt, which would lead them into the Big Dance at Wrestlemania. I was talking to Mark, having just given him the list of things I would need, when Glenn grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder.

“I caught me a wild one!”

“Let me go, ya big ogre!” He wrapped me around the back of his shoulders, holding my neck and knees, spinning in circles. He finally stopped, letting me stand in one spot, the room spinning. I wobbled over and held on to Jamie Noble’s shoulder, him being the closest person to me when I landed.

“Don’t move or I’m gonna lose it.”

Jamie stood stock still as I recovered and turned to Glenn. I pointed at him, mock screaming. “YOU!” He started laughing as I bum-rushed him, jumping into his arms. “Damned evil male! I oughta castrate you!”

“You wouldn’t. You like dick too much”

“Didn’t say I was gonna cut off your dick, just your…”

Mark clapped his hands together. “Hey, quit yer bickerin’. Match!”

I saw Matt and ‘Lita’ heading out, Matt’s theme running through the auditorium. I could hear the crowds booing and jeering them, since they were technically the heels in this match. I looked out to see Dave Hebner looking to the entrance. I head Slow Chemical playing and followed ‘Kane’ out. He had to act like he was trying to stop me from running at the ring, holding my shoulder and shaking his head at me as he climbed up. I looked like I was resigning myself to pciking a fight with Matt, getting up on the apron and tormenting him. He came at me more than once during the match, acting pissed off. I just jumped away from the ring, off toward the barriers.

I kept getting popped in the shoulder by some little punk, Some kid probably 20 or so who lept following me on my side of the ring. I eyed the security guy, who was watching the kid. He nodded that he would take care of him. He had his chair folded up, and in front of him the last time I went by and yelled at Amy to come take me on. I thought he would sit back down if we were away from him, but no such luck.

He started heckling, both Amy and I, saying we werent even close to being wrestlers. He tried to jump the barricade, but couldn’t, it was too tall for him. Amy told me to duck as a chair came flying from his direction, hitting the stairs next to me. I backed away as I heard Glenn bellowing for me to get out of there. He acted like he didn’t care where the chair had come from as I backed away from Amy and headed halfway up the ramp, watching. Glenn whacked Matt in the back with the offending chair, tossing it out the other side of the ring. The security guys had the kid on his knees, two cuffing him as they started to lead him out. From his body language, he acted like he didn’t know why he was being led off. I walked up and watched as ‘Kane’ pinned Matt. He pointed down at him, yelling something at my brother as the match ended. I waited for him at the stage, watching Matt get up slowly. Amy handed him a Mic as he stood, holding on to the ropes.

‘Faith, you choose! Blood is thicker than water little sister! Your brothers or your husband! I want your answer at Wrestlemania!” the crowd popped as I pointed to ‘Kane’ and smiled. I pulled him into a kiss, which, I could tell from the crowd reaction, had ‘angered’ Matt. My fiance led me to the back, his theme sounding as we left.

I wasn’t behind stage thirty seconds before both Petit and Glenn pounced, asking if I was alright, if I had been hit.

“I’m fine. The chair didn’t hit me, Amy made me duck beforehand. What was with the kid?”

Petit shook his head but pointed to Shane McMahon, who was walking up behind Glenn and I.

“Just a mark, one of the ones who thinks its real. He’s Drunk off his ass to boot. All taken care of and no real harm done.”

Glenn nodded, leading me away as we saw Matt and Amy coming in from the ring. Matt was smiling, obviously satisfied with the match. “Not bad you two. You alright?” He looked at me, quickly looking me over to make sure I hadnt got hit.

“I’m fine. I’m hungry though. Gotta go grab dinner after I grab a shower. Meet ya’ll in the commisary.” I walked away, hearing Matt laughing his ass off at Glenn’s comment of wanting to eat but not eating me at the commisary.

Pervert.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The next morning we flew out to Las Vegas, Sin City baby! Glenn was for once the jet lagged once, and decided to sleep while I went down with Mark, Sara and Marcus to Dinner. Marcus was now starting to walk pretty well, but still mostly waddling. He was a little over a year old and the sweetest little guy you could ever want to meet. He just kept walking into stuff, tables, corners, and always thinking it was funny. Never cried, just laughed!

Mark left us after dinner, off to shop for the list of things I required of him. He didn’t seem too happy to buy some of it, but was going to do it anyway. Sara asked what I had put on the list as we walked back to my and Glenn’s room. “Little of everything actually. I know what he likes, so I know what I should get and put down other things that might be useful. I’ll show you when Mark gives it all to me on Saturday.”

She left as I walked into the room, looking for Glenn. He was still asleep as I walked in, but shot up as I accidentlly slammed the door.

“Too fuckin early.”

“How the hell are you going to tolerate staying up late at your bachelor party tommorrow? I hear you guys are going out drinking.”

He flipped over and looked at me as I snuggled up to him. “Yeah. I wanted to talk to you about that. I know we said no alcohol but…”

I nodded, wrapping my arms around his neck. “You want to go get drunk.”

“Just one time before the wedding.” He rolled me over and lay atop me, perfect postioning for a good round. “Please baby, It wont hurt. I’ll be good. I wont get into any trouble. Fay…” My Lover attacked my neck, trying to turn me on, knowing I’d buckle. I tried hard not to, or act like I wasn’t. Mark, Matt and Jeff were going to get him bombed off his ass so we could go through with this little plan of theirs. I acted like I wasn’t going to cave, but did after he bit my shoulder. Vampire.

He and I decided to go catch a show while we were in town, finally deciding on the floor show at the MGM Grand. After that, we did go gambling, since I hadnt gotten to go when we were there last. Wrestlemania was at Circus Maximus next week so we went there, getting bombarded with free chips. Glenn made a couple hundred at the craps table, and lost it all to me at poker. I have a emotionless poker face and don’t let anyone know what I have. I learned from John and Ron. Glenn folded to me when he had a straight flush and I had a pair of twos. Sucker!

We got back to the room late, crashing on the couch while watching TV. He were both happily exhausted and dozing before one in the morning. Tomorrow we would need our energy, because it was going to get interesting.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The next day, about 6PM or so, Mark, Sara and Marcus, Matt, Amy, Moore and Mattea, Jeff, Jess, Jeremy and Jenneca all arived at our room. Sara was carrying a set of shopping bags with her as she came in, leaving them where no one would touch them. The guys dragged Glenn away from me as he gave me a goodbye kiss, and out the door to get plastered for a few hours, coming back to the hotel and a different room to the stripper. There really would be a stripper, but I would be waiting for Glenn in another room. Shane and Shannon were going to be waiting at the other room for the stripper to come and for me to show up at 9:30, half an hour before Glenn and company were to come up.

As soon as they left and the kids were properly occupied, Sara brought in the two bags of stuff I had sent Mark to get. One was full of clothes and leather, the other full of toys. I broke out the one with clothes first, pulling out a black leather corset that tied with chains. Underneath it was a pair of black silkthigh- thigh-highs and a leather garter belt. Jess looked the outfit up and down as I held it up, eyeing it.

"What are you planning? That’s a Dom outfit."

I smiled, laying the corset and garter belt out. "I have a feeling I’m sub tonight, for some strange reason. I hardly ever dominate."

Amy looked at me like I was crazy, Sara just sitting next to me laughing. "BDSM? You two are into that?"

I nodded. "Kinda. Light BD, usually restraints. Once in a while he’ll want to play master-slave, never really gets violent, just light bites and spankings." Jess and Amy stared at me, apparently unable to process this information. "Look at his costume and tell me you don’t know where he got that idea. Straps, heavy knee pads and all that shit, the cut-out mask he had last year. All of that, he asked to be based off bondage stuff. Don’t tell me you didn’t have a clue."

Jess shook her head. "I didn’t, definitely. Damn…" She shook her head, and looked thoughtful. "Puts a whole new light on how I view your relationship. Makes Jeff and his rope thing look tame."

I laughed, and pulled more stuff out of the bag. “Jeff just likes to be weird. Rope Boy has NO idea. Let's see here. Stilettos, size nine and a half, ankle straps. Perfect. Hmmm." I dug around the bag, giving up on what I was looking for after a minute and dumping the contents on the bed. "No collar. I hoped he had gotten one. Damn. Hold on."

I walked over to my bags, digging through a side pocket as Sara and the others watched. I found what I was looking for, pulling out a thick black collar that Glenn and I had used once in a while. Attached was a light chain, actually a leash, that he had tied me to the headboard with more than once. He had gotten me, a month or so ago, to the point where I was completely submissive to him if I knew what was going on. If he surprised me, I fought back. If he let me know what he wanted to play, I was practically putty in his hands. I turned as I buckled on the collar, turning it to let the leash over my back.

"Gotta have the good stuff!"

Sara went wide eyed as I held the chain in my hand. "Oh my god, Faith! I don’t beleive all this. I could see having to go get some things you wanted to try, but you wear a collar for him?!"

I nodded. "Sara, if you saw what he and I have at home, you’d think we were fuckered in the head."

"I already think youre damn near crazy! Do you let him beat you too?"

I shook my head. "He has never hit me, ever. He has smacked me on the ass or legs only, and I do the same with him. He has never done anything he knows might hurt me. We do it because we like it. It feels good to us. The worst we’ve ever done is I slapped him on the thigh with a riding crop because he bit me too hard on the shoulder."

Jess, who had apparently just accepted the fact, stood up for us, saying she might try it with Jeff once. "I wanna borrow your riding crop though. Just to see his face and his reaction."

I smiled at her as I dumped the other bag out. The assortment of sex toys would make many a fetishist proud. There were a couple of straps, some realistic looking warming dildos that felt real too, a set of Ben Wa balls, many flavors of water-based lubricant, remote control bullets, two metal cock rings and a leather one. I hadn’t asked for a leather one, but dismissed it. And at the bottom of it all was an Adonis pouch, something I had always wanted Glenn to try, but had never convinced him to. I wanted to see if he’d wear it.

I had finished going through everything, finally going in to change. It was getting close to time as I came out, my loose workout clothes over the outfit. Only the stilettos were visible, so I took them off and threw them in the bag. Sara and Jess went with me to carry the stuff down to the spare room we had rented, where Shane and Shannon were waiting, talking to a brunette in a gold and maribou robe. She looked at me and smiled as I walked in.

"Hi, I'm Mandy. You must be the bride. Mr. Moore and Mr. Helms filled me in. Good luck tonight."

"Thanks. What did they tell you?"

"They said you would be trying to convince your fiancé that you were someone else. If you talk to him, make your accent different. You have a southern accent, he might pick up on it. Make it a different accent or make your voice deeper. It usually throws 'em off. When are they supposed to show up?"

I looked at the clock and saw we had only ten minutes. I took the bags and sent the other girls off as I ducked in to set up the room. Shannon and Shane sent Mandy into another room as I walked out. I looked out the window and saw them coming back, Glenn and Mark staggering against each other as they walked into the hotel.

Show time!

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

I heard them all come into the suite. I could hear Mark and Glenn yelling over all of them, most of the roster that was in town being at this one. The very loud and raucous party had many of its members highly inebriated. I could hear Jeff and Matt encouraging someone to chug, probably Shannon. I could hear someone dragging in what sounded like enough beer to supply a small country. For a while I heard the breaking of bottles into trash cans, and music blaring. I swear I heard someone watching a porn flick, but I cant prove that. I finally heard just music and lots of whistles. I assumed Mandy the stripper had made her presence known.

I sat on the bed and waited, wondering how long it would be before Glenn came in. I didn’t have to wait long until the door opened. I got a bit confused as Mark walked in before Glenn. Mark put his finger on his lips, signalling me to be quiet as Glenn came in, obviously feeling pretty good. He looked to Mark, then to me, flipping on the light.

"Faith Colleen Hardy. What the hell are you wearing?" He was smiling as he spoke, his words only slightly slurred. Mark came over and grabbed the end of the the leash I still had around my neck and held it. "Thought you wanted to wait until our wedding night…"

"A girl has the right to change her mind. What the hell is going on?" I looked at Mark who smiled, not maliciously or anything, but I wasn’t real sure I liked this.

Glenn walked over and took the leash from Mark, putting his hand on my cheek and leaning me into a kiss. "Mark and I keep no secrets when it comes to our women. When he told me what you two had planned, and I didn’t believe it. And here you are, all dressed up for us, ready, waiting and willing apparently." He fingered the collar, shaking the chain leash as he did. "I won't ask why, but honey, just accept the fact that you won't be wearing that corset very long."

He pulled me in close to him, kissing my neck as he unlaced the chains in the back. I didn’t move as Mark came up behind me, running his tongue up the other side of my neck as he leaned in. I froze, feeling his hands move around me as Glenn took off his own shirt.

"Relax, Fay. He won't hurt you. He and I are going to share you for a while tonight." I moved away from Mark, and over to Glenn who laughed. "I think ya scared her. He’s not going to hurt you, I promise. All right?"

I looked over at Mark, who was taking off his shirt. "I don’t want him to get me pregnant."

Mark shook his head as he leaned over me. He moved my hair out of the way, kissing my right ear and nipping at me neck. "Don’t worry, I won't be doing that to you. Your man gets to have that pleasure. Just relax and let us take care of you."

He leaned me back, or tried to, but I wouldn’t let go of Glenn’s neck. Glenn finally had to take my hands off of his neck and lay me down next to Mark. He kissed me as I tried to hold on to him, not letting me get a hold of him.
"Faith, look at me."

I turned my eyes up to him as he ran his hands down my body. "I have never made you do anything you didn’t want to, but I want you to do this for me. I will take care of you and be your only for the rest of your life. Let’s try this, just this one time, Fay. Please." I turned my head to him, feeling Mark’s presence, hearing his breathing.

"Promise me he won't get to me."

He nodded. "I promise. Ok? Just act like its me. Alright?" I nodded, again feeling Mark’s hands on my body. It didn’t feel completely wrong, but it didn’t feel like Glenn. I felt myself being rolled closer to him, his body pressing to mine. I put my hand tentatively on his chest, his own leaning me up to kiss him. He moved my hand down his body, showing he was already completely nude and ready. He pulled me up, leaning me back on the head board, spreading my legs.

I looked over to Glenn who was climbing to kneel over me. He let his manhood stroke my cheek, silently telling me to take him in. Mark had moved down between my legs, I could feel his shoulders hitting my knees as he stuck one finger inside and began licking me with absolutely no mercy.

Glenn had a grip on my head as Mark worked, constantly encouraging me to take him harder as I let him in. I was trying but Mark’s assault on my body was keeping my mind from staying on what I was supposed to be doing. I felt Glenn take hold of my head, moving his body into me as Mark moved between my legs, kissing the most intimate place on my body. I wanted to cry out for them to finish it, but only moaned as Glenn whispered how much he loved me for taking both of them. I drew my hands up his thighs, feeling him nearly ready to release. My right hand found its way to his sack, playing with it as I came, almost instinctually. Mark’s fingers and mouth worked me over until I had finished, moaning with a full mouth for my man to finish me, not Mark. Glenn followed soon after I did, letting go with a wail, holding my head to his body.

He moved away from me, letting Mark lean up to kiss me, I took him unwillingly, shaking my head with Glenn’s esscence on my lips. It didn’t bother him as he rolled me over and guided me down to him. I heard Glenn’s encouragement and grudgingly did as I was ‘asked’. As I did I noticed the leather cockring around him.

I realized at that point they had planned this for a while.

I took Mark in as Glenn had said to, as if it was him. I was on all fours, bobbing my head up and down, knowing Glenn was watching from behind me. I could barely believe I was giving his best friend a blowjob, feeling my heart break, wanting only my lover with me, but wanting to make him happy at the same time.

"Drink him down like you drink from me, sweetheart. Take him good." I felt Glenn move behind me, slowly removing the corset I still barely had on. He removed the last few clasps of the chains and slipped the leather from me as I worked on Mark. My lover’s hands then reached around to hold my chest, his head on my back, resting.

I heard Mark speak under his breath, but I couldn’t hear or understand what he had said. I felt Glenn lean off my back and get off the bed. I didn’t turn around, but felt as he got back behind me, the cold liquid running over my legs and body, over the leather garter belt and stockings, down to the bed. I stopped a bit, fearing the silicone-based lube Glenn and I had used, but both hushed me. Mark stroked my head, saying he made sure it was water-based when he bought it, and it wouldn’t burn me. I felt Glenn massaging it into my back, one-handed. I heard him cussing as he slipped one of the metal cockrings around himself, whispering to me constantly. It was mostly nonsense as he spoke, but he knew the sound would keep me calmer. He knew my reactions enough to know I was trying hard to keep composed and not snap at them both. I felt him behind me as I worked harder on Mark, his body slipping inside mine. Mark literally had to hold my head to his body as I wanted to throw it back and moan loudly at the feeling. Glenn was moving fast behind me, making me want to thrust back at him, but was stopped as Mark grabbed my leash and gave a small tug.

"You finish me first then you can play with your man. Finish."

I worked harder, highly pissed off but knowing Glenn wouldn’t let me go too soon. He slowed down behind me, feeling me close and tense as hell. I worked harder to make Mark finish, working with my hands and tongue, wanting it to be over with. He bucked a few times, grabbing my hair and thrusting into my face. Glenn kept reminding him I didn’t like my head messed with, and I bit him more than once. Still, He roared as he came, taking my mouth with a venegance. He was almost brutal as he released, crying out not my name but his wife’s. I felt sorry for Sara at that moment and hoped she would forgive us for this. He settled down after a minute, tired and exhausted. Glenn turned me for a kiss as he sped up behind me. He whispered he was proud of me as he worked, wrapping his hand around to the front of my body and stroking me as Mark got up.

He kissed me on the cheek as he moved away. "You play with him for a while, then we’ll all three go for another round."

He went into the side bathroom as Glenn and I continued. We stayed in that position for a while, until he said he wanted to see me, watch me, look at me. He laid me down on my back and took me missionary, being slow, methodical and loving as he did, tears on his cheeks, probably in reaction tomy own tears and the fact I wouldn’t look at him. We paid little attention to Mark as he came in, sitting down in a nearby chair, stroking himself to the sight of Glenn and I giving ourselves to each other. I cried silently, wanting at least something Glenn and I did that night to be just the two of us.

I asked him to tell Mark to leave and he said no. "One more thing honey and then it will be only our desires. Do you trust me?"

I nodded, wanting him to take me alone, not enjoying one bit of this. He kissed me and pulled out, the look on his face telling me his heart was breaking as he left me alone without comfort or release. He called Mark over, telling him to get this over with.

"This is hurting her. Finish it."

"She’s fine. She’s not bleeding or anything."

I could tell by the tone of Glenn’s voice as he spoke that he was getting angry. "I said finish it. She doesn’t want this. Let’s finish it up and let her have me the rest of the night. She hates this."

Mark nodded and lay next to me, laying me on my stomach. He whispered to me, massaging my legs and backside, trying to make me relax. He could tell it wasn't working after a bit, and had Glenn come lay next to me.

"Sweetheart. This is it, alright? After this I swear I’ll make you feel better afterward. We will not hurt you. I know this makes you unhappy, and I know you're hurting, but it’ll be over soon and you and I will make love all the rest of the night. Just you and me, alright?"

I nodded as felt his hands on me, trying to relax me. After a few minutes I did calm down, soon feeling Mark attempting to go through the back door. I gritted my teeth, Mark being rougher than Glenn and the feeling painful. He stopped moving after a while, flipping me over so that he was leaning behind me as we laid down. He held onto my body, letting me get used to his length. He was longer but he wasn’t as thick or gentle as my lover, who I wanted right now.

I felt Glenn crawl onto the bed, then move to lay atop me. He pushed himself inside, letting me feel every part of him. Mark apparently felt him too, moving up as Glenn kissed me in apology. "Pretty girl, you deserve to be loved. Let us love you." Mark held my hands as Glenn made love to me from above my body, Mark moving inside me at the same time from behind. One would move out as the other returned to me, making me sore and cry in pain. I heard Mark call me Sara again, his body finally succumbing to the pressure and pleasure. He slipped out, lying behind me, waiting for us to finish. He did release my hands, letting me wrap my arms around Glenn’s neck as he finished. I wrapped my arms tighter around him as he rolled me to the side, his body and mine still connected, his having felt the tension leave, mine in agony. I felt Mark get up and kiss me on the cheek as I laid shaking next to Glenn.

"Little girl, you love that man too much to be loved intimately by anyone else. You take care of him and he’ll take care of you. I'm sorry that this hurt you, and if you'll let me, I'll figure out a way to make it up to you. 'Night guys."

He left us alone, grabbing his clothes and going to get cleaned up. Glenn left my body, causing me to want him closer. He spooned his body against mine, running his hands along my sides as I cried into his chest. I felt his tears on my neck, heainrg him whisper he was sorry for what had been done.

“Forgive me, Fay. God forgive me, I hurt her.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

I woke up to the feeling of Glenn’s lips pressing against my skin in several places along my face and neck. I ran my hand over his head, rubbing the soft skin of his scalp and pulling him closer. He moved my face up, smiling at me as I asked what time it is.

"About 3 in the morning. Are you alright?"

I nodded, starting to sit up. I felt a dull ache from earlier and lay back down, rubbing my legs and hips to move the pain away. "Well, maybe not completely."

He held me to him spooning me to him face to face. I put my leg over his hips, cringing a bit as I did, but feeling only a little better as he held himself closer to me, cradling me as if I would break if he didn’t. I did break. I cried in his arms and begged him to tell me why he had let Mark touch me. I held onto him as he rocked me back and forth, letting me do what I had to. Glenn spoke only after I had calmed down, stroking my hair and whispering like he was ashamed.

"I wanted us to try, to watch what you would do as another man touched you. To see if you would go willingly, or fight. I made a huge mistake, Sunshine. You didn’t go willingly and you wouldn’t fight it because I wanted it. I forced you. I hurt you. I promised to never force anything on you or hurt you. You did it only to make me happy didn’t you?"

I didn’t have to respond, since he knew my answer already. "I’m sorry Faith. I will never make you do that or anything like that again." He held me tighter as I continued to cry and shake, my hands clutching him roughly around the shoulders.

He finally pulled me away from him, after I had calmed down, saying he would be back. He went to the next room, bringing back a wet washcloth and one of the ice cube containers filled with water. He wiped my face, kissing my tears away. I held his hand as he pulled me up to a sitting position in the bed, then turning me and helping me to stand, holding me as I wobbled around like a newborn calf. Taking off the rest of my clothes, Glenn hugged me and wiped me down, making the pain in my body go away a little. He put the rag in the water, pulling me to him.

"I want to make you feel better. There was no love and nothing good in what you had earlier, not even release. And I don’t know if I can ever make it up to you. Will you let me love you? My love, my heart, my wife."

I let him love me, not just make love to me. It hurt as he did, and he knew it. He felt me cringe and tighten, but beg him more than once not to stop. I heard him proclaim his feelings and I proclaimed mine countless times. Everything we didn’t know about each other, our fears, hopes, everything we had ever wanted, we told each other. Every now and then, he would make love to me, or I would roll over and make love to him. After what happened earlier and the emotional pain we had, we healed each other, spiritually and emotionally. It was perfect, loving and wonderful when he was done and holding me late into the night.
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