This happened almost every week; whenever I heard my Dad snoring and it was real late I would make the fuck dash. Sometimes Matthew did or would not a...swer so I would stroll along the bike path hoping to find someone; but never did and went home unfulfilled. One night while walking home I noticed a group of run down houses with a dim light showing. It was not until a week or so later that I got the courage to investigate. I looked through the grimy windows to see junkies and street kids living. There was rug on the walls which also reminded us of an Austin Powers movie. There was a heart shaped bath tub for two and a heart shaped bed. There was a heart shaped mirror above the bed as well as mirrors all around the bedroom area and also around the tub. We walked over to the heart shaped bed and both flopped down on the bed. I reached and pulled my beautiful wife closer to me. We were both very horny. Yes, we did have sex last night at the Motel 6 but the wedding was exhausting. The blows begin to rain in. His rage goes on. She begs and pleads with him to stop, she says she loves him, and, in a way, she believes she does. When will he stop tonight, what can she say to make him stop? To make him believe she loves him? When will she get the courage to leave? Will it be too late when she does get the courage? Will he perceive that new found strength in her and decide to end her then and there? In the background, she hears a sweet lullaby, she is lulled into sleep. It is. " he moaned as the sunlight streaming through his still-opencurtains filled the room.Rubbing his head, he tried not to throw up as he got out of bed."This is the last time I do that," he mumbled as he headed into thekitchen to fix his favourite hangover cure. He grabbed a beer and tworaw eggs from the fridge and then tossed the eggs into a cup and addedthe beer."Bottoms up," he said, raising the disgusting concoction high in the airin mock salute. As he drank, he felt a sudden warmth come.