In a way I'm happy that the fight is with Spicy,cause if it was Coffee I would be overpowered with a finger. Cherry justput a headphone in her ears an... says. "You're so immature." It's gettingclear, she is even gentle with me, but Cherry never takes sides.I feel the tears in my eyes and I fight against the urge to scream. Shetwists more my leg and pulls my hair stronger. The first tears fall."Say that you're a little spoiled brat and that you're sorry." She orderslaughing at me.I vainly try to. In the last couple of weeks I learned differently. He started telling me what to do. At first it was little things like where we ate or what movie to see, but lately he was telling me how to dress, how to wear my hair and who my friends should be. Two days ago I reached my limit; I challenged him to spar with me. I told him the winner would be the dominate personality in our relationship.”“Michelle, you didn’t! What were you thinking? He’s a cop, right? You could have been seriously hurt.”“He. "Now you." She copied me. "Good girl. Thatway you don't bunch up your skirt or get it wrinkled. And good girls keeptheir legs together and cross them at the ankles, so people can't seetheir panties."She looked at me questioningly. "Yes." I hath pwetty pantieth."I leaned over and whispered. "Sissy's show off their panties, but girlsdon't. Your daddies might like to see them, but showing you panties inpublic is naughty."When we got home, there was a large box waiting at the door. Inside. I dove in and swam to check the anchor. We had a good anchor and it was not fouled or landed on a reef or rocks. All looked good a nice shady boat and the anchor set deep and firm. As I came to the surface, Cherie was on the side of the boat in a frantic state. "You OK?" I called out and said I was fine. "Oh, my goodness! I was scared! I woke and you were not in sight. I was not sure what had happened. I am so glad you are OK", she said as I climbed up the swim ladder at the stern of the boat..