94. Nina's Birthday

I sat gazing at my beautiful wife who was sleeping soundly on the bed, she rolled on the bed causing her pink see-through nightie to go up a bit exposing her pink taut areola. I gasped as I turned away from her beautiful body. Every time I look at her is just like the first time I met her at the club, I could never be tired of her. It has been two weeks since we got a tip from the taxi driver who had driven Deborah to the cemetery. Apparently, he had seen her face and phoned the police but still yet, there wasn't any news from her. It seems like she has disappeared underground ever since then. It gives me sleepless nights whenever I remember that she was still out there at large. I know she loves me and wouldn't do any harm to me but I'm more scared for my wife and my little princesses. I won't be able to survive if anything should happen to them. They were my life. And Shawn had refused to talk even after being heavily tortured by the police, Don, and John. " Daddy,