This was getting curious. For some reason, I no longer viewed her as an abused wife, but as something that I could not define.I was in a position to w...tch as she placed the beans in their cart. She quietly spoke to him, but there was no response on his part. I knew that he heard her. I guess a normal man would have gathered up his wits and quietly left the premises. I was not normal.At one point, I thought that I saw Mister Nasty check me out, but I was not sure. Twice, the object of my eye. And so help me, if I ever see you wearing anything remotelyfeminine again. You'll receive the same punishment. I'll not have my sondress up like some sissy faggot!"I had a reply but I was in such pain I couldn't respond. I just laythere.I could hear my parent's shouting. The argument and counter argument, theshouting the swearing, the threats. I just lay there hugging my ScarlettJohansson body pillow close. With my tears soaking into the fabric, but Iremember awakening to the front door. He poured in the wonderful smelling bubble bath and the entire room filled with an aroma that was almost intoxicating. The bubbles rose and Sandi slid into the warm water. It was so soothing and relaxing. Laying his head back and closing his eyes he could almost believe this was all a dream. It seamed hours went by and then there was a knock on the door... "Are you Okay Sandi?"Jolted back to reality by Randy's voice, Sandi yelled back he was just getting out... "Remember to do your toes before. I want you to think about a brickwall," Talia said."A ... brick wall?" Just try. Picture it. A plain, red, brick wall."Faith tried, and the emotions flooding in from around her dimmed."Oh!" she exclaimed."Did it work?" Talia asked."Yeah, thanks. Where did you get that idea?'"An old movie I watched last week. But the important thing is that itworked."They continued the tour, but Faith was also busy thinking. She decidedto not feel sorry for herself, as so many others had sorrow and pain asbad if.