Not that I blame you though. Your servant, Miss. Have fun, old boy!”The man disappeared, and Ellen looked at Richard.“What can I say,” Richard s...ghed, “I do not really count him among my friends.”“Good for you,” Ellen answered. The man had made her feel uncomfortable; she had thought him uncouth and arrogant.They left shortly thereafter, and the coach brought them to Richard’s house. Ellen wished Richard’s grandmother a happy new year, a wish that was received with a smirk by the old woman.. If I'm really lucky, we may have some mediocre sex. And if I meet Sir Rube? My insides started tingling. I have no idea what to expect with Sir Rube. And that's exactly what I love about our relationship. The novelty. The intensity. The excitement. I call my husband and tell him that I am meeting some friends after work. I will be home late. I went to work, but I was extremely distracted the entire time. Is Sir Rube going to spank me again? Or does he have something else in mind? Are we going. I pushed the buggy to the mens fitting room with Allen close beside me.A man about Allen's age stood behind the fitting room counter. "How many items do you have?" said the man."One," said Allen holding the dress up so the man could inspect it."Is this some kind of joke?" asked the man."Is it illegal to try on a dress?" said Allen. Allen's chest popped out. I prayed the clerk would shut his mouth before Allen shut it for him."No, I suppose it isn't," said the man and he led Allen to an empty. He tried to blink them away, but more poured out and trailed down his cheeks.Aunt Alex's voice did not seem to soften. "Go ahead, cry. Cry for an hour and you won't even come close to the tears you'll wring out of your mother. To have raised a son like this! Georgie doesn't deserve this pain. She doesn't! She doesn't!"Then she burst into tears as well, bawling as she sagged back against the couch and fell onto the cushions. Her body was wracked by sobs and she buried her head in her.