Mostly, they were things she found disgusting and did not understand his craving for her to do those things on him.Mostly, they were things she found disgusting and did not understand his craving for her to do those things on him. Sometimes they were simply unendingly boring. Sometimes they hurt. Like the time he tied her face down on the bed, rammed a banana up her vagina and sodomized her repeatedly. After those things, he was always remorseful and promised he would not do them again and seemed genuinely angry at himself. And he promised to make it up to her when he left. In the last two week, he suddenly seemed to notice the calendar, stopped drinking and wrote on an old portable typewriter, starting at dawn and not stopping till his eyes couldn't make out the pages by the oil lamps that were the only source of illumination. He paid little attention to her besides politnesses at mealtimes and he was usually too tired to do more than cuddle her in his arms when he fell into bed. |