When she was about twelve she went to a sleepover. Some guys came over and one of them wanted to have sex with her. When she refused, he got angry and...grabbed a shotgun and tried to kill her. One of her friends tried to knock the shotgun away. Instead of the blast hitting her chest it hit her knee. It permanently disfigured her leg and gave her a pronounced limp. This was during the era of legs. A women’s beauty was judged by the shape, length, ect of her legs. We were just recently in the era. The only thing was, anger wasn't the only emotion he felt; it wasn't even the primary one. It was just as well she hadn't called. It was all getting too serious, anyway, and he'd never meant for that to happen. He didn't want to be tied down when he still had hockey to play. He didn't want to be like Bax, not seeing his family for weeks on end because they were in one city and he'd gotten traded to another. Ryan had said she could do it herself. Brody saw no reason to doubt her. x-x-x-x At. While driving, I thought about bowling - unlike some drivers I've seen, I can both think and drive at the same time. The last time I'd bowled had been several months before my first merge. In other words, when I'd been physically inept. Back then it wasn't too uncommon for me to bowl gutter balls, which I couldn't afford any of if I wanted to get the maximum score. Because I was so coordinated these days, I was sure I could learn to avoid the gutter, but "learn" was the operative word, so that. ”“How do you mean?” I asked.Mrs Jones explained everything and made me realise the only way forward for me was either to leave Debbie and find a dominant strong handed woman, or allow Debbie to dominate me. I tried to imply that if she herself, Mrs Jones, would spank me now and then, it would keep my erotic sphere alive and thus Debbie and me could live our lives properly. She saw that coming and ruled it out, saying that what she did for herself and Reg was only for the marriage and could.