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bed at the center of a cavernous room.   The room was lit by several torches and an impossibly huge man stood at the foot of the bed pulling off his ragged clothing.   The giant’s body was covered in hair and he grinned at Jessica with undisguised lust.   The brute forced Jessica’s legs apart as he crawled onto the bed.   She tried to scream but he covered her mouth with his dirty hand.   When he smiled his teeth were long and sharp.
     
    The huge man placed his hand on her ankle and moved it upwards over her calf.   His palm was rough and worn and her skin tingled where it had been.   As his hand slid up her inner thigh, Jessica sobbed in fear or wanting and she was unsure which.   He placed his knee between her legs and pushed it into her pubic area.   Jessica’s body betrayed her and she began rocking against him despite her revulsion.   She whimpered as she desperately chased sexual release.
     
    The man positioned the ugly head of his huge cock against her opening, and Jessica’s body continued to react of its own accord.   She spread her legs to accept the brute and even reached out to pull him deeper inside her.   Jessica wanted to scream for the man to leave, but her mind and her body were uncoupled.     She tried to stop her hand from reaching up to stroke the man’s cheek.   He leaned down to kiss her.   Jessica watched as if she were outside her body as she returned the kiss.   Her mind screamed “get away”, but her body moved like that of a receptive lover.   The beast-like man began to thrust into her and the waves of pleasure were overwhelming.   Jess looked at his terrible face as an unwanted orgasm was forced upon her.   Behind an unkempt beard the creature possessed the unmistakable brown eyes of Martin Timmons.
     

     

     

 
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    When Jessica woke her hand was between her legs.   She sat up and moved to the edge of the mattress, disgusted by the dream and her reaction to it.   Y ou’ve got to get a grip, Jess.
     
    She looked in the bathroom mirror and wondered if she could pretend that last night had never happened.   It was just a kiss, right?   I did the right thing in the end, didn’t I?   But Jessica remembered chasing after Martin, and she knew that she had been very close to doing precisely the wrong thing.   She looked at her husband asleep in the bed.   She felt empty, like a slow sickness had begun to eat away at her from the inside.
     
    Joel slept until mid-morning.   Jessica had coffee, orange juice, and slices of watermelon ready for him.   “You need to re-hydrate, Sweetheart.”   She stroked his forehead, and he managed a pitiful crooked smile.
     
    The pair spent the day in their room watching TV.   Joel nursed his hangover while his wife tended to him.   Jessica busied herself cleaning and organizing the room and caring for her husband.   She ironed their clothes and inventoried the kitchen, compulsively counting the plates and cups.   She shooed Joel out of bed onto the sofa then fretted over every wrinkle as she straightened out the sheets then the comforter.   The pillows received a vigorous fluffing before she double-checked the clothes, shaking them out and folding them for a second time.
     
    That evening Jess lay next to her husband and stroked his arm.   She was on her fourth travel-sized bottle of wine and the sharp edge of her anxiety had been filed down to a smooth rounded corner.   “I’ll take care of you today, hun .   You just relax and feel better.   Tomorrow.   Tomorrow, I’m going to fuck your brains out.”   Jess squeezed his bicep and smiled wickedly.
     
    “Tomorrow?   During the day?   How about tomorrow night, babe?   Martin invited me to go deep sea fishing tomorrow.   For free.”   Joel looked at her hopefully.
     
    “What?   Listen Joel, we’re going to stay away from Martin Timmons, okay?   That guy is bad news.   Trust me.”
     
    “Oh come on, Jessica.   Really?   A fishing trip