" Dave said picking up and rereading the note he'd written, "This means that I want you to stop treating me like dirt. That I expect you, from here on... to begin treating me like a human being, like most people treat their ex-husband and father of their children. This is my way of saying that I want you to stop treating me like a bowl of spoiled milk that you can't stand to be around."Rebbecca scowled, leaned over the desk and asked, "What do you want? Less alimony? Less child support? What?". Bullying had always been part of my life because, being as timid and small as I was, it was as though I had a sign on my forehead inviting potential bullies to pick on me. As the bullying occurred on that day, Rodney interceded on my behalf and threatened my persecutors to never come near me again.The threat was easily sustainable because of Rodney’s sheer size. Rodney was hefty, and anyone that was inclined to test their strength would never pick on him as an adversary. Rodney had a mild form. I generally wears skirts that are not too short but high enough to entice interest by gentlemen aroused by that sort of thing. I like to wear thongs instead of knickers for reasons I will relate forthwith. My breasts are really nothing to write home about but they are reasonably functional with tweaky little nipples that are easily discerned when I choose not to wear a bra apparatus. Probably, my best feature is my heart-shaped bottom that most of the men in my life remark as. We ended up writing your standard lawyer letter and got the case re-opened for them. They’re a pleasant couple. If you’d like we could invite them sometime.”“And, I wouldn’t mind socializing with folks from the Alliance.”“Something to think about. There are some events coming up I think you’d enjoy.”Loren dumped flatware into the dishwater. “How do you think things are going with Nicole?” he asked.“Pretty well. I think she likes having someone to roughhouse with. She likes riding on your.