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Chapter one:

The Flight

Amanda had leaned on her husband Rodger for almost the entire duration of the flight. Every so often, she would look up at him, and in her heart, she knew he was still the only man she had ever loved. He made her life worth living. In her mind, she believed she had done the right thing. After all, she had saved her husband from being mauled by a bear, right? Or even worse, left out overnight to freeze to death. She began to actually feel proud of herself for doing these things for him.

Amanda had also reflected on the great sex that she had had for the last several days. She had a purse full of ill-gotten gains that just made her pussy twitch when she thought about them. She didn’t really know what to do with them though. Rodger had always taken good care of her over all the years she had been with him. Though he didn’t make all kinds of money, he did alright for himself, and provided for her well enough.

Most of Amanda’s thoughts were of how she had been lied to her whole life. Being a slut was really not all that bad. The ground didn’t open up and swallow her whole, as all her Catholic guilt had led her to believe. In fact, all the men loved her, and fought for her. It was so sexy to her to hear one man or the other say, “It's my turn,” before taking her to a bed or wherever else. She had never felt sexier or more wanted in her entire life.

The only part she didn’t like was Brandon. He made her fuck him while she lay on her husband's lap. Then he fucked her three times in their bed while Rodger was sleeping next to them. She could only thank God that Rodger hadn't woken up while he fucked her those times.

He even did other things that she didn’t like, including coming on her wedding ring. She hated that one. Another rather weird one was he kept telling her to put his cock into her with her left hand.

She loved Roger, and believed that she was doing this for him more than for her. She outright hated what Brandon made her do, but she never told him no. She just didn’t feel that she could at first, but later when she knew that her husband was safe, she still complied with all of Brandon’s wishes.

The other men were all a great joy for her. Mr. Callaway was hung like a horse, so much so that her pussy ached the first several times he fucked her. After she felt like she was sufficiently broken into, she loved the way he stretched her out. Yet the two young boys who had taken her soon after both thought she was tight.

She always loved their enthusiasm and the energy they had when they fucked her, making her cum all over herself. She enjoyed the young boys the most; they had an energy about them, and they were the only men that had ever made her come almost as good as Rodger. They were eighteen years of age, which was very young to her, as her own son was just a little older than they were. Their cocks were smaller than Brandon’s or Mr. Calloway's, yet they were rock hard and still felt good inside her.

The two young boys where so full of enthusiasm. But her husband was a wonderful lover. One that she knew she just didn’t want to live or be without. Amanda was so glad he never said anything about the goings on at the lodge. But he was passed out or gone during most of the activities. She was sure if he knew what was really going on with his wife, he would have become enraged.

The airline brought them a TV dinner type lunch because of the long flight. Surprisingly, it was actually very palatable.

Amanda hadn’t noticed that Rodger’s lunch was uneaten. In fact, Rodger hadn’t eaten for several days now. His stomach kept rejecting the food. It wasn’t as though it was bad or anything. He just couldn’t keep it down.

After a silent lunch together, Rodger pretended to go back to sleep. Feeling his wife leaning on him heavily, he had a mix of emotions. Half of him wanted to throw her out of the airplane, the other half wanted to slap the hell out of her. And yet, there was a small part of him that wanted to beg forgiveness because he just couldn’t stop it. He knew he was no match for Brandon, for sure. The two young boys Mike and Doug would have given him a run for his money too. However, he knew that if they all three of them came together to fight him, his body would be eaten by the bears he had seen the first day hunting by the dump. He wouldn’t be able to take them on one at a time, much less all together.

Rodger couldn’t believe how his wife was so willing to let all those men have her. He couldn’t believe that she'd had sex with them. Every time he numbed his mind to the idea, he would have a flashback and his stomach would sink into hell. Even when Brandon took her next to him in the same bed, he knew he would be a dead man if he even tried to fight or stop it.

He pretended to sleep as she fucked most of the men. She never looked or checked his crotch as he was always extremely hard. He hated her doing the other men, and yet it turned him on something terrible.

Rodger was never caught masturbating in the shower, even though that was the only relief he could get.

He had no choice but to go out with Brandon each day, even in the bad weather, to look for a moose. He actually saw two moose, but he took no shot at them. One, he figured his gun was still devoid of bullets, and two, even if there were bullets in the gun – the moose didn’t matter anymore. When he had the meat shipped back to them, every time he ate or looked at it, it would remind him of the hell he had endured.

Rodger knew he had lost his wife. She not only fucked all four of the men for the week they were there, but she fucked the sheriff and the pilot too, without complaint. She even seemed eager to go with anyone who would call for her.

There was only one man she hadn’t had sex with after the first day they were there: Rodger himself.

There was no way, even as horny and hard as his cock got watching his wife be used by other men, that he would ask Brandon, “Can I fuck your whore?” in front of his own wife to boot. No, he would have castrated himself first.

Amanda was still leaning on her husband when the announcement was made to prepare for landing. Seatbacks and tray tables, “we all know the drill,” thought Roger.

The wheels touched down on time in New Orleans international airport.

Rodger, having the window seat, waited for most of the other passengers to get off first. He even watched Amanda get up and fall in line behind some other people, trying to urge him to get up. She was quickly pushed ahead and down the long aisle in the airplane.

The plane was almost empty when Roger finally got to his feet – and after grabbing his carry on, he began to slowly walk off the airplane as the last passenger to disembark.

He made his way into the terminal and followed the signs to baggage claim.

As he walked along, he remembered the joy and excitement of seeing his lifelong dream come to light as they boarded the plane. He seemed to be dragging Amanda along to the plane. But now, all Roger could do was mope along and follow the last of the people to the baggage claim.

Amanda waited excitedly for the bags to come off the conveyor. She hadn’t at all noticed her husband moping along far behind her. Even at the claim, she looked around but didn’t see him.

That was okay though, as she would soon be home. Safe at home, where she would call her best friend Kathy Day. She was looking forward to telling her what a slut she had been right there in front of her own husband.

Kathy had been a very popular girl in school. She tried to pull Amanda along with her to some of the major parties, but Amanda’s puritanical parents never let her go.

Kathy knew why, though; she almost always got laid at the parties. Her own parents put her on birth control pills, knowing they didn’t want her to become pregnant. They told Amanda’s parents about it.

The adage keep your friends close and your enemies closer was very much the idea.

Amanda hated her parents for being so strict with her, but she liked the fact that she was a virgin before she wed. She had thought that being a good girl was the best thing to be, but now knew she had been outright lied to.

Amanda knew of Kathy’s reputation, and secretly envied her. She knew Kathy had been with a number of men even in high school. But it was in college that she became a fully-fledged slut. She told Amanda about the college parties she had attended, the different college men she would entertain and all.

Though envious, Amanda maintained her good girl image. She could only tell Kathy how great Rodger was in bed after they married, but that was very much lacking compared to Kathy’s stories.

Kathy had talked Amanda into going out on a girls' night out and trying to get her to flirt more with the men they danced with, but she kept her image strong.

Amanda was shocked one day when she went into the lady’s room in one of the clubs Kathy took her to, hearing some strange guttural noises. After she was done, she opened her stall to wash up to get out. Kathy and some man, surprisingly, exited the stall next to hers.

Kathy looked at Amanda and giggled for just a moment. Then after, she washed her face and asked, “Did I get it all off my face?”

She hadn’t; there was still a lot of the man’s cum on her chin and cheek.

As much as this disgusted Amanda, it also aroused her – just never enough to defy her staunch Catholic upbringing.

Now, her thoughts where consumed with, “Well, you know, them fucking nuns never got any. And if they had gotten what she had gotten last week, they would be teaching a whole lot differently.”

As that thought hit Amanda’s brain, she began to realize that she couldn’t or wouldn’t want to stop. She liked it. Kathy was right and her parents and all those busybody nuns were wrong.

But that left a very big question in Amanda’s head. “What do I do now?” she wondered. “I am married and love my husband.”

Their home was about a thirty minute drive due west from the airport; all they had to do was take airline highway all the way to tenth street in reserve [TK1] and turn left.

Amanda was still excited, but she could now sense that Rodger wasn’t; in fact, he seemed a bit down. She held in most of her excitement on the road home, but eventually scooted over the bench seat to snuggle beside her husband.

“I am sorry you didn’t get your moose,” she sighed.

Rodger didn’t say a word.

A short time later, everything seemed to be going great in Amanda’s mind, until she said, “I am glad to be home, but I had a great time with you in Alaska.”

The air in the pickup suddenly went brutal, as Amanda’s husband growled loudly in a furious burst.

“Don’t you ever say that in front of me again!”

Amanda was taken aback. She moved back across the seat and stared at her husband. She had never experienced him with such intensity in his voice. His muscles were rippling on his arms, his tendons stuck firmly out of his neck, his jaw was set like stone and his hands gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles where white. His eyes were straight in front of the pickup staring straight ahead, and veins were pulsing on his forehead and neck.

Suddenly, Amanda knew what was up. He had managed to hold in all his anger until now. For the first time in a while, she was scared of Rodger’s reactions. She immediately felt she had to justify herself.

“They made me do those things Rodger! They told me they would kill you with bears and or leave you outside overnight if I didn’t comply to their will!” she stated, trying to get him to believe her.

Rodger felt he knew she was telling the truth, the way they blackmailed him into not stopping it. In fact, he wasn’t supposed to talk to her unless he asked Brandon’s permission. Of course, he never asked, and they hadn’t had words together in almost five days now.

Suddenly, Amanda knew that something was very wrong.

After arriving home and parking in the driveway, Rodger brought the suitcases into the house, devoid of all emotions but anger. Despite this, he didn’t want to take out all his anger on his wife, and especially not all at once. He knew he was on dangerous ground right then.

All their bags had in them were dirty clothes. There was a shed in their yard that contained the laundry washer and dryer. He went to it and dumped the dirty clothes from the bags onto the concrete floor. He then took the bags into the house, walking past the one small bathroom that the home contained and into the master bedroom.

Rodger put the bags on the bed. He took the suitcases and filled them with his work clothes and a few other things that he might need as quickly as he could.

Amanda was in the shower, so he knew he had only a short time to get himself out of there.

He made his way to the pickup and out of the drive, well before she ever got out of the shower.

Chapter two:

Home

Amanda finished her shower and toweled herself off. She then put on her robe and brushed her hair. This was her usual after-shower routine. She felt like singing with joy as she looked at herself in the mirror. She felt pretty for the first time in her life. The glow from all the extra-marital sex she was having showed on her face. She knew she was attractive to men now. She felt really good about herself.

With a spring in her step, she made her way through the house to the kitchen and yelled out, “I am going to make some hamburgers. Want one?” as she took some beef out of the freezer and put it in the microwave oven to thaw.

Not getting an answer, she figured Rodger was outside, but knew he would be hungry. So, she patted out three hamburger patties. She walked out the back onto the porch and started the grill.

After walking back into the house, she called out again, “Hey Rodger, wanna cook the burgers? Or shall I?”

Again, there was no answer from the empty house. So, she took the burgers with a spatula to cook the burgers herself.

She kept smiling the whole time, cooking the burgers and thinking about how she was going to tell Kathy about the great time she had. She had contemplated continuing the practice right here at home. She lived near New Orleans, which was one of the biggest cities for prostitution. She felt funny thinking how bad that word used to sound in her head, but now that she was one, it seemed like overkill. “So, some women get paid to sleep with men, big deal. Why does it need a word?” she thought.

She brought the burgers in after they were done cooking. She already had the condiments ready and the table set, while daydreaming about continuing her new profession.

“Dinner’s ready!” she called out. Then after several seconds, she called again. It wasn’t until she called out the third time that she realized she was alone.

She checked where the pickup truck was normally parked, only to find it gone. She called his cell phone, but he had left it there in the house. Her optimism kicked in, figuring he might just be going out to get something from the store. But it was soon replaced with dread. Her husband was gone.

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Chapter 3:

Confusion.

Rodger drove to his sister’s house. She lived about forty-five minutes away from his place. They had always gotten along really well, and when their parents died in a bad car accident, they needed and held on to each other very tightly. Rodger’s time and efforts paid off and Karen slowly began to accept the loss of their parents.

Rodger had a key to Karen’s home, where she and her kids lived. He unlocked the door and took his bags to the spare room that he knew she wouldn’t mind him staying in.

From there, Rodger went to take a shower, and after drying off, he tried with everything he had but just couldn’t fall asleep.

When Karen got home, she found her brother in her spare room, she went to him and held him for a long time. He held his sister lovingly and cried into her shoulder for what seemed like hours, never telling her what transpired. Rodger finally fell asleep, but his sister knew her brother was in great pain.

Amanda had called and asked if she had seen him. She didn’t lie to her and told her that he had sacked out in her spare room, but didn’t know why.

Karen asked Amanda what was going on, but Amanda was very evasive with her, not telling her anything noteworthy.

Finally, Karen told her, “I will have him call you as soon as he wakes up.”

Amanda knew that she would, but she also knew that Rodger probably wouldn’t want to call her. So, she decided to drive to Karen’s home.

She reflected about the visit she had with Kathy on the way.

Kathy wanted to get her a T-shirt that said, “Finally a slut!” or “Let us all welcome our newest SLUT” or anything along those lines.

Kathy had always respected Amanda’s wishes and feelings. She had always hoped she would see the light and open up a little. As Kathy sat and heard all the gory details of Amanda’s Alaskan excursion, she got so horny she couldn’t stand it.

“Did they make you suck them off?”

“No, they didn’t make me. But they… I think they called it ‘spit roasted’ me a few times. That is where there is a cock in my mouth and my puss at the same time.”

“What position?” Kathy asked excitedly.

“Doggy.”

“Oh my. Did you cum?”

“Oh god Kathy. I came more than ever. Especially when the teenagers took me like that. They were full of energy, and when they got into rhythm, it was nothing but orgasm after orgasm.”

“Damn it girl. Why did it take you so long? We could have had a lot of fun if you would have got it out of your ass sooner. Like in high school.”

“Oh.” Amanda said. “Speaking of ass, I took all four of them up my ass the last night we were there. Even Mr. Calloway. Thank god he fucked me last after everyone else filled my bowels with cum.” She announced. “Did you know that you can have an orgasm being fucked in the ass?”

“Yes, sure did. I lost my anal virginity in college. I don’t do it very often, though, most men prefer my puss. But I don’t mind some butt sex now and again.”

Amanda smiled.

“Girl. What has gotten into you? I am loving it, seeing you this way.”

“I don’t know. I am loving being a slut, though. I love it when men want me. I love it when they want to take me and use me, and it is great. Especially when there are more than one.”

Kathy gave her a funny smile. “So, you in the mood for some fun now?”

“Oh Kathy, you know someone? Is he close, or are they close?”

Kathy smile had gotten bigger. “Very close indeed.”

Amanda’s pussy just gushed. She brought her hand to her crotch and felt like it was alive and kicking, ready to burst with orgasms at the faintest touch. “Call them!” was all Amanda said.

Kathy smiled again. “How long ago has it been since they fucked you?” she asked.

“They fucked me the day we left. In fact, Ray, the pilot, wanted me to fuck him too. So, I fucked him just before we took off.”

“Did you take a shower or douche yourself?”

“Shower yes, I cleaned up just when we got home. But, well maybe I should have douched myself as I am probably a little rank down there. Do you have a douche?”

After a long pause Kathy said, “Yes and no. Come with me, and I will show you something that will work better than a douche.”

Amanda naively followed her to her bedroom. There, Kathy turned and began to undress Amanda slowly.

“What are you doing Kathy?” she asked.

“Getting you ready to be cleaned up, like I said.”

“Okay,” she told her best friend, and helped her finish undressing her.

After she was completely naked, she started to go into the bathroom, but Kathy took her arm. “Wrong way, hon.” She turned her and had her sit on the bed. After that, she laid her back and went with her.

Amanda suddenly knew what Kathy wanted. She wanted her. After all the dirty talking, telling her all the things she did with all the men in Alaska, she was horny too.

Amanda had never been with a woman though. She had no idea what to do or how to proceed. She was nervous and excited at the same time. She was getting to know those feelings quite well by this time.

Kathy didn’t delay her education in the least. She began to kiss Amanda’s mouth and lips.

Amanda returned the kisses.

She then kissed down her chin and neck. Then over her collar bone and to her breasts.

Amanda felt sensations she had never felt the week with all the men. They surprisingly didn’t spend much time on her breasts like Rodger always seemed to do, and now Kathy was doing it. They were pretty much straight to the fuck-hole.

Kathy didn’t have a cock; Amanda naively wondered just what was going to happen. She had never tasted pussy, nor has she ever been with a woman. Her excitement was now running down her crack.

Kathy could feel the woman’s hands on her body. They were taking their time and enjoying all her charms. Not just the tits and nipples, but the valley between them. Kathy’s lips were roaming in places a man has never considered kissing, enriching her senses even more.

Amanda could feel her orgasm start to build before her pussy had ever been touched. The second Kathy latched onto one of her nipples, it filled her body and sent her into convulsions like an earthquake.

“HOLY MOTHER OF…!” She shouted out at the top of her voice. “Kathy, shit!” she continued. “Oh, Kathy, stop,” she began to plead.

Kathy backed off, looking into Amanda’s eyes with a large smile on her face.

“Are you ready to be properly cleaned?” she asked seductively.

After a few moments, Amanda figured she knew what was about to happen. She nodded her head and opened her legs to a woman for the first time. Her best friend, too. Amanda never knew she was bisexual. She knew she wasn’t a lesbian. She always had a man around and was always fucking him, but she never knew she was a switch hitter.

Kathy began to lick at her pussy. She knew the spots, too. Rodger was a blue-ribbon pussy eater but had nothing on Kathy. Until now, Amanda had taught Rodger where to lick and suck, and how. Now, Kathy didn’t need any coaching. She had it down pat. She had her own pussy, and would know where and how to do it.

After three great orgasms with Kathy’s tongue, she finally panted, "I am clean enough.”

Kathy rose from her position and worked her way to Amanda, kissing all the way. Finally, when she reached her face, she kissed her mouth. She kissed her hard and deep before they broke the kiss and Kathy asked, “How do you taste?”

Amanda was beside herself, tasting herself while kissing her best friend. With all the emotional turmoil that was going on in her head, her pussy just gushed a lake on the bed.

“Eat me!” Kathy ordered.

“Huh?”

“Eat me!” she said again.

Amanda knew now what she had expected. She had never tasted a pussy; well, except for her own. But that didn’t count, did it?

Kathy rolled over onto her back and spread her legs for Amanda.

Amanda, reluctantly at first, went straight for her cunt. She started licking and found it very wet and moist, as she continued to lick and suck Kathy’s pussy, she started to hear Kathy’s moans of gratitude.

Amanda found this exciting and began to lick her more. After a few moments of this, she stopped and asked herself what she liked on her own pussy. She began to work at the areas she liked licked by Roger, who was the only person until today that had ever eaten her puss.

Kathy started to become disappointed at first. Amanda’s pussy eating skills didn’t amount to anything. But after a brief pause, she started doing it right. No, not just right, but right. She found the areas that only a woman knows exist in a woman’s pussy. She began to eat her like a champ after a few more moments.

When they were done, they lay beside each other in post-coital bliss. They were nude and holding each other like lovers.

“What else happened in Alaska?”

“Oh, like I said. a lot of sex.”

“What about Rodger? What did he say about it?”

Amanda waited for a moment. “He drank too much and kept falling asleep, he stayed pretty much knocked out. So, I don’t know if he even knew what was happening to me.”

“Well, you are lucky. Rodger is a great guy and you won’t be able to find a better man, anywhere.”

Amanda knew she was right. He had spoiled her rotten for a long time. She had become angry about him saving all his change to pay for their trip. But in reality, he had never refused her anything. She had always had nice cars to drive. She had nice clothes, nice shoes and a nice home. He kept it maintained, clean, and the yard as well-manicured as Amanda was.

Rodger had always been a great lover.

In reality, him holding back his change shouldn’t have hurt her. He certainly deserved that. If he hadn’t done it, they would be in debt really badly with a credit card. Rodger was a genuinely good man.

Amanda fell asleep in Kathy’s bed and woke up to her breasts being fondled. Her nipples were really hard. In her hypnagogic state, she thought it was one of the boys, as they loved to mess with them, then she thought of the other four men, then she knew it had to be Rodger. He was the one who all but worshiped them.

However, she heard a feminine voice saying, “Good morning.” That was when she knew it was her best friend who was sucking her nipples. She raised herself up and kissed Amanda on her mouth. She pushed her tongue into her and ravished her mouth with a passion with which she had never kissed anybody. The excitement was infectious. Kathy began kissing her back and pushing her tongue into Amanda’s mouth. It was sloppy and passionate at the same time.

Several moments later, Kathy and Amanda got up out of bed. They showered and dressed and before Amanda could leave, Kathy asked, “Amanda, how is Roger taking it?”

Amanda smiled, “He is fine. I don’t think it even fazed him. He was passed out for most of it anyway.”

Kathy then asked, “Didn’t you say that one of the men fucked you while he slept next to you?”

Amanda smiled, but felt dirty doing it, “Yeah. I have no idea how he didn’t wake those times.”

“Amanda. I am going out on a limb here. But I bet he did wake up. How much has he talked to you since you have been home? Or even the last days of the trip?”

Amanda thought for a long time.

“Or how many times did you make love to him while you were there?”

That comment took Amanda aback. The last time she made love to Roger was the day after they had gotten there. She had charged him a hundred bucks to fuck him.

“He hasn’t said anything...” she puzzled aloud.

“Maybe because he was terribly hurt?” Kathy offered.

Amanda looked at her friend. “I need to get home. We can do this again if you want, but I have to go home now.” She turned and hurried out the door, pulling her cell out of her pocket and speed dialing her husband.

Chapter 04

The other side of being a slut

All the way home, Amanda couldn’t get hold of Rodger. She thought of the week in Alaska and couldn’t remember the last time they had spoken to each other either. She had ditched him and really ignored him for the whole week.

He went hunting every day. Though he didn’t shoot anything, that didn’t change the fact that he'd had a good time. Or did he?

Had she gotten so caught up in all the sex and men that she had ignored the one man that she did it for? She tried to rush but was cautious of the speed traps in Louisiana.

She didn’t take the time to ask him about his outburst after she told him she had a great time in Alaska. She knew he didn’t get his moose he had always wanted to get, but that seemed so trivial. Was it that bad for him? she wondered.

She knew what she should do. She would offer to go deer hunting with him. Their deer camp had always produced an excessive amount of venison each year. Amanda wasn’t a fan of venison, but she ate some of it after Rodger made it into sausage.

After she pulled into the driveway, jumped out of the car and ran to the front door. She barged into the house only to find it empty. There was no sign of him after looking throughout the entire house. She had checked every room. Even the spare room and the bathroom.

Finally succumbing to the realization of what she was and did, somehow, she knew it would take a lot of work to bring him home. After all the great sex and being wanted by all those men, the crash she was feeling now made her feel even worse. She realized she may have destroyed their marriage.

CHAPTER FIVE

Finding Rodger

Amanda knew that Rodger went to his sister’s house to think things out. She figured that Rodger probably knew more than he was letting on. He was always a nonconfrontational sort of man. They rarely fought or argued. They got along like two peas in a pod.

Amanda always knew that she was very lucky for having this wonderful man. He was a good provider, and protector. He was an excellent lover. Far better than all the other men she had ever met.

Mostly he was a great friend, her companion, as she could share almost anything with him. She was certainly not able to share her thoughts of the erotic pleasures she had encountered in Alaska though.

Amanda knew she needed to confront Roger and begin to reason with him. She wanted to make things right and try to smooth over the rough times he felt he had.

She showed up at his sister’s, knocked on the door and patiently waited, wondering what reception she would receive from both Roger and Karen. Karen answered with an attentive smile.

“He left about thirty minutes ago,” she stated.

“Do you know where he went?”

“Not sure… though I think he went on into work. From there I think he was going to meet some friends.”

“Okay… is he going to go home or come back here when he is done? Do you know?”

Not answering the question, Karen opened the door wider, inviting Amanda into her home. She led her to the dining table and told her to have a seat.

A very short time later, Karen brought a pot of coffee and two cups. She also had some cream and sugar.

After pouring the coffee, she sat down and looked at Amanda. “What happened in Alaska, Amanda? I know it had to be bad… I had never seen my brother cry until this morning.”

Amanda was taken aback. She knew then that Rodger was aware of the goings-on of the Alaska trip. She hadn’t hidden her activities from him like she had hoped.

It took some time before Amanda finally spoke again. “They threatened to leave him outside alone to freeze to death. They also threatened to leave him by a dump where there were several Kodiak grizzly bears hung out. They would have killed him.” she finished.

Karen studied Amanda as she spoke. She was in no way a lie detector, but she knew Amanda well enough that she could trust her.

Karen asked, “So, what happened?”

Amanda knew she had to explain to her sister-in-law what she did to try to save her husband’s life.

“They demanded that I sell my body to them!” and for the first time she felt filthy saying it. She told Karen how they blackmailed her into having sex with anyone who would pay up, including the sheriff and the bush pilot that brought them there.

Karen studied Amanda as she told her tale of woe. Finally, she shook her head. “You are saying that they were forcing you into having sex with them, forcing you into prostitution?”

“Yes!”

“I can’t buy it!” Karen said staring right into ’Amanda's eyes.

Amanda finally confessed. “They didn’t force me too hard. After Mr. Calloway took me the first time, I didn’t fight. In fact, I sort of enjoyed most of the sex we had. The parts I hated where the things Brandon, the guide made me do.”

“Like what?” Karen almost demanded.

“Like fucking me when I was on Roger’s lap after he passed out. And worse was he would come to our bed at night and make me have sex with him there, right next to Roger.”

Karen tried to remain emotionless but failed; her disgust, shock and anger were apparent. She shook her head again.

“What did you tell my brother after that?”

Amanda looked down. “Nothing… I thought he didn’t know. You know… no harm, no foul.”

“My brother cried in my arms for almost three hours before he fell asleep!” she exclaimed, “Then he slept for over twenty-four hours.” She glared at Amanda. “So, I think he knew.”

Amanda gulped.

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Amanda hadn’t seen Rodger in over seven days when she answered the door. A heavy-set man she had never seen before stood before her and asked, “I have a delivery for Mrs. Amanda Brown.”

She opened the door and looked out, expecting to see a FedEx, UPS or an Amazon Prime vehicle. But there was only a newer Chevy Equinox.

“I am Amanda Brown,” she said and held out her hand for the package.

He handed her a manila envelope about an inch thick, as it was full of papers. Then he said almost sadly, “You have been served.”

Amanda fell back into the house on her ass. The screen door closed on her ankle as she began to erupt in panic. She then let go in tears.

Suddenly, she thought, “It wasn’t all that fun being a slut.”