"The way you move, sit, stand, walk, talk, and carry yourself iscompletely feminine in EVERY way! You even think and feel the way awoman does. Don't e...er use the word 'fraud' to describe yourself again!That's an order! Promise me you won't!" I promise. I'm sorry."Margret sat back down, and got back to eating. "Sweetie, you don't oweme an apology for wanting to be MORE feminine. Just don't ever thinkthat you're currently deficient in that area, because you're not! You'rea better wife right now. So to his delight she did what he wanted and inhaled on the joint. The moment she did he let go of her nose and she coughed a little bit after getting a good hit on the joint. He kissed her forehead and said, "Now that's better."He let go of her and walked back to his chair and sat down and took a big drink of his beer. She gave him an annoyed glare but after several minutes she felt a waive of relaxation come over her. The joint was down to a tiny nub and one more time he offered it to. I opened my purse and tipped it out. The coins feel out but so did a piece of paper. I unfolded it. “Here is the address darling. Enjoy” was written on it. I smiled. She must have slipped it in my purse when I went to the ladies. “Amy, good joke” I said out loud. I was about to throw it away but looked at it again. I dropped it on my bedside table instead and forgot about it. Several days later I looking for something and saw the piece of paper. I stared at it. Could she be telling the truth?. "I angry. No noodles. Blame you."She stared at me. I looked down in real fear. Scared to meet those deeply green eyes or the intent behind them. She hit me again."I will ... torture you," she said. She sounded excited. She had taken off her shoes. Her toenails were painted bright pink. She had cute feet. "I will torture you less if you good."She slapped me across the face, and I shrieked a little at the shock and my utter vulnerability. My head rang, and the gag hurt more. She showed me.