..and we've grown distant ever since. I trudge into the house and see my sister, Becky, talking to the owner on the phone. "...yes, we have the key......of course....thank you again." She hangs up and turns to me.Becky had curly blonde hair, with pink high-lights, C-Cup breasts, freckles and hazel eyes."We're all set, Mike. Let's go put our stuff away and then we can unwind." She said.Didn't take me long to find my room, and I flop on the bed. It was going to be a long winter...The next week was. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had. Unless he’d been drinking, then I’d hear about it.’ Feeling an increase in the tension in Chris’ arms, she stopped, leaned her head back and looked at him. ‘Why in hell did you stay and put up with that shit? What you’re describing is a not very subtle form of wife beating.’ Chris pulled her closer. ‘If I had known, I would have come around more. Maybe it would have helped to diffuse his anger toward you.’ ‘No, when you were there, somehow it got worse. He was worse, more like he had to show. When you have done that you will receive one minute worth of spanking for each ten minutes you kept me waiting!” I explain. “For the extra five minutes that I have just told you about you will receive one lash of my belt for each minute!” Shocked Rita shakes her head slightly and tears once again begin to run down her bright red cheeks. “Get over my knees now or get out and I will call the police! It’s your choice,” I say to her in a near whisper. Through all this I am praying that she will.