December 2015***Olivia was the last to enter the room. I remember this ghastly feeling of lost hope as I watched impatiently as one by one the people filtered in through the door, crossing the line between the real world and hell. And then nothing. There was this discernible gap of maybe a full minute where I stared at the open door, convincing myself that she wasn’t coming, that she had changed her mind and given up on me. The relief as she frantically entered the room couldn’t be over-exaggerated, even if she was looking noticeably frazzled and disoriented.“Are you okay,” she asked as she sat opposite me catching her breath and looking decidedly edgy.“Yeah, but more importantly, are you?”“Why?” she answered Ümraniye Escort testily, staring across at me just like she did when I forgot our second wedding anniversary, her expression a mixture of disbelief and disappointment as she waited for the penny to drop. Finally, I made the connection and felt my heart sink at the realisation that not only was she prostituting herself for me, but now she was breaking the law. It hadn’t taken them long to convert her into their drug mule.We acted out the now well-established routine, me asking all the expected questions, how are the kids, my parents, your parents, the house, your job and then finally, you? We were both so Ümraniye Escort Bayan obviously aware of the elephant in the room, but neither of us appeared to ha have the courage to bring it up.I lent in close across the table until barely six inches separated us. She knew what I was going to ask before the words had left my mouth, a single silent tear breaking the mask and falling from her right eye, I watched it slowly trace a line down over her cheek, towards the corner of her trembling bottom lip.“Do they hurt you?” I asked. To me, the question seemed obvious but appeared to catch her off guard. I could see her working out what to say, writing the words in Escort Ümraniye her head, deciding whether to tell me the whole truth, water it down or say nothing at all.“No. No, they don’t.” ‘They.’ She had said ‘they,’ as in more than one. Not for the first time, my thoughts drifted back to the short film of Andrew Garvey’s wife, recalling her crazed almost demonic response to what she was experiencing, drawing an unexpected need for me to know more. The curiosity became overwhelming, I wanted to know what that was like, what they did, how she reacted, was it good, did she enjoyed it. Did they make her cum.Quickly I cast my eyes around the room searching for eavesdroppers. At the far end of my row was one of Dolan’s stooges, he was there for one reason and one reason only: to make sure I was being a good boy and following orders. Olivia had spoken in such hushed tones that I doubted if anyone could have heard anything she said, but to anyone observing us then the emotion in our body language was loud and clear.