And who gave you permission to speak!"My grasp on your long black hair tightens and i force you to your knees. Pulling your hair back you open your mo...th in a gasp and i simultaneously spit into it.Your eyes widen and you swallow.A painfull slap is delivered to your cheek turning your whole face red.I order you to stand at the wall, you know whats coming. With your hands outstretched, palms flat against the wall you lean back awaiting the cane.With all the force i can muster the cane is brought. Gripping my arm as she eased into the chair beside mine she implored, “Come on! Tell me what happened?” The concern in her voice was touching and I knew I needed to talk. “I fucked up”, I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. “How?” she implored. “I just did”, I answered petulantly. I wanted her to have to work to get me to spill my guts. Since Friday I felt the world didn’t care and I wanted some kind of sign that there were exceptions to this. I was consciously aware that I was attempting. I knew my wife began to notice. The phone once in on the table as soon as I got home now in my hand, constantly being checked. I was never truly present. As I fucked my wife I stared at the pillow that a week before had MD's wet mark all over it. I knew she owned me, in a way she owned my wife too. Nothing she could do compared to MD. I grew frustrated, with myself, with her, with the situation. Finally MD sent me a message. So, slut? Distracted? it read. I was angry with her but you'd never. "Hi." I gave them a subdued wave. Even on the best of days it was hardfor me to take the level of enthusiasm that Alex exuded."So, has Alex completely driven you crazy yet?" Megan sat down andcracked open a cup of yogurt."Maybe a little." I smiled."Yeah, she was even like that before the whole change thing. Alwaysten times more excited than anyone had a right to be. Though it wasreally creepy when she was a guy." Megan squealed when Alex gave her asoft punch in the arm."So you knew her before?".