"Claire. You need to force the issue now. Go to marriage counseling if you'd rather try that, but make some kind of move so you're on record as having...made a choice not to accept his immoral behavior." What about me?" asked Claire. "According to old Claire she as much as cheated on him." I wish you wouldn't talk about yourself in the third person," said Cindy. "It's kind of creepy." Sorry," said Claire. "I guess I just don't feel like myself yet. I still think of her and me as being separate. What did you do next?" Frank was going to enjoy retelling this story to a couple of his buddies."Naturally I begged for forgiveness and to be changed back to normal. As you might surmise she refused. If I had succeeded in raping her daughter she said my death would have been slow and excruciatingly painful but since I was stopped in time she felt I should enjoy some of the joys and tribulations of womanhood for a while."The phrase 'for a while' gave me a little hope and I asked her what that. It was positive. I guess a few of my swimmers got out. Fast little buggers they must have been. I wanted to do the right thing, so we got married. No one was overly happy about it, but I really liked Marci and figured she felt the same.Her parents thought I didn't have a real future. I didn't really understand that, because I always thought I was an okay guy.Anyway, I dropped out of school. Luckily, my dad had a good job in an auto plant and got me in. Taking the electrical classes helped too.. The door of the bedroom was closed but not fully it was slightly ajar. He had planned it in his head, he was going to storm in to the room grab that bloody Imaam, give him a good ass whooping throw him out the house and then he would deal with that whore he called mum. But as he approached the door for some reason he stopped. He didn't know why but instead just kicking the door open he opened slightly and peaked inside. The image of his mother on all fours getting taken from behind, made his.