Hopefullyshe was unaware of the abuse done to her. The opposite was too horrid to imagine.She looked up at Nick, and saw the smile leave his face. She was so tired, physically, emotionally, mentally exhausted. She hadn't expected to feel so much for the victims, had thought that she could hold it away from herself and not feel connected. But how do you not see the violence that is done to another living human being and not feel for the victim? And how had Nick seen this as many times as she could imagine he had and not let it get to him?She didn't know, and she didn't know if she wanted to find out.He came around the desk and knelt beside her, closing the file and pushing it out of the way. There were tears gathered in her green eyes, but she wouldn't let them fall, he knew. She would tough it all out. She was just that way.But he knew from personal experience that if you hid it deep inside, it festered and became an open wound, poisoning you until you either cracked up and ate your. Jen returned all the files and reports to her briefcase and we headed home.We stopped at the donut chop in C-ville for bagels and headed home. Jen and I showered, and went to bed. I woke up at 3:30 in the afternoon and had to pee.I had barely hit the seat when Jen said, "Hurry up, I'm next."We got back in bed, kissed, and hugged. Then did the female version of a quickie, we masturbated each other to orgasm, and then showered.Jen made us a quick breakfast of eggs, bacon and toast. We went to check out the basement gym. The basement was huge, it even seemed to be bigger that the footprint of the house. There were exercise machines for every part of the body including a state of the art treadmill. One end of the basement floor was full-width mats like the ones used in wrestling matches.Jen walked me over to the corner of the basement and said, "This is the stuff I was talking about."There was an X with Velcro restraints, hooks in the ceiling, an adjustable bench with restraints and a.
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