The most tremendous orgasm burst through me like a tornado and as I bucked, writhed and screamed his name, Tom emptied himself into me. I swear he came so hard and so much that I could feel the hot blasts as they splashed onto my cervix.
The whole weekend was spent making love and being in love. As I said before my whole resolve was destroyed by Tom’s words detailing what he wanted from me.
There was only one way.
Along with Tom and a lawyer I could scarcely afford, I arrived at the home of Tom’s unknown grandparents. At first he wouldn’t see strangers who arrived unannounced but my rapist’s father finally agreed to see us, when we insisted that it was important.
I saw him alone first and introduced myself.
“I am the girl that your son raped nearly nineteen years ago and I have brought your grandson along to meet you.” I explained.
The ensuing dialogue of denial, rebuttal, argument and counter argument is irrelevant. When I brought Tom into the room the old man just knew, you could see it in his eyes. Tom looked exactly like his father.
“What do you want from me, you gold digging little whore,” he hissed into my ear.
“Two million pounds.” I said calmly.
Again the ensuing dialogue is unnecessary, suffice it to say the situation was turning nasty and he was beginning to threaten me and my son. He said his money, power and influence would mean no one would believe me, just as before.
It was one word that changed the whole situation.
“DNA”. I calmly said.
The upshot of all this was, that rather than have his family name dragged through the courts, both financially, as Tom fought for his birthright and criminally, as I threatened to reopen my rape allegations, the old bastard broke his resolve.
Now as my husband and I frolic at the edge of the ocean, that lay in front of our beach bar, we have an idyllic life.
Tom my husband cannot keep his hands from caressing my rapidly swelling stomach, or my swelling breasts with their darkening and spreading areola.