My grandfather and my father worked their asses off to provide for their families and there I was, at home, mopping kitchen floors, separating the whi...es from the colors and wondering if Tide was better than Cheer for getting the throw rugs clean. In short, I felt like a total failure because I - I- was not providing for my family. The fact that Dani was bringing home more than I would have if I'd kept my old job did not signify, I - I- wasn't the one taking care of my family.Intellectually I. My purse was set on the hood next to my head. The man was rifling it.“A nice neighborhood, bitch… I should go to visit you some time” He said, as he read my driving license. He smiled as he saw Victor’s photo on my cell phone. Then he dropped it back into my purse.Then the bastard placed the knife on the hood, right in front of my face. He yanked again my hair and grunted into my ear:“Now listen. I will fuck that fine ass of yours and you will keep quiet…”There was nothing I could do. Sobbing,. "Some of your women represent a serious departure from your historical tastes. Most of them are distinctly, ahem, pear-shaped..." He eyed Magadhi. "There would also be the ethnic mix..." My matchmaker -- who I recommend highly, by the way -- went looking for women who were of the opinion that sex is a pleasurable activity, not a chore," I replied. "A certain lack of availability tends to whet the appetite, apparently. The reverse is also true; women hot-looking enough to be constantly engaged. I was helpless to move, which was kind of thrilling and terrifying, like a roller coaster slowly making its way up the first hill before plunging downward at breakneck speed.Grandma stood back to have a look at her handiwork: "Perfect! Now I have a few accessories to add."I figured she must mean earrings or jewelry, but she had other ideas. First came a ball wrapped in leather. Grandma had it in my mouth and tightly secured behind my neck even before I knew what it was. I tried to express.