Such a simple question, with such a complicated answer. But it was one that she was prepared for. She and Robert had practiced her presentation for se...mingly endless hours. It had taken all of her reserve courage to make this presentation. To agree to stand before this group of pre-service counselors and recount what life as an abused wife is really like. Her audience was filled with social workers, Ph.D. program candidates. They had already spent an hour going through the process, how abuse. I nodded as I looked at him. "Okay," he said as he stood up and pulled down his pants. "Damn!" I said as I looked at his dick. He wasn't kidding for such a skinny looking man. He had a monster between his legs. "Most of the girls I have been with have said it's too big," the young man said. "Oh, that's because they are girls," I smiled. "Let me show you what a woman thinks," I said as I got down on my knees. "Wow," he said as I buried my face between his legs, taking more than half of his dick. She moaned again and that's when I opened the clamp and let the water start flowing into her. She hollered and tried to pull away, but I held onto to her. When the bag (which held 2 qts) was almost half empty she was begging me to stop that it was starting to hurt. I clamped the hose and pulled the nozzle out of her. As soon as the nozzle was out, she groaned and expelled the water now mixed with shit out of her. She caught her breath and pushed again, expelling more water and shit as well. Next thing I know, I was wrapping her in my arms, curling her up in my blanket next to me, and we were both falling asleep next to each other. This picture of Tina Lee in my arms, and the feel of her flesh on mine, woke me up, and it caused me to be a determined man, because I wasn’t going to be the man who turned into a man with a girlfriend at home, and a woman on the side. I knew right in that moment, that I needed to clean up whatever problems I had, and decide on what course my life was.