Let's give her a very big welcome." Greta walked slowly down the aisle, accompanied by Connie. A white silk robe hung from her shoulders and hid her b...dy.Connie climbed a short stepladder and parted the ropes. Greta climbed after her and entered the ring gracefully, regally, just as Marx had told her to. Not that she needed coaching. She knew just what was expected this evening. She would give this crowd her best, even if she died doing it.Connie removed her robe, and Greta raised her arms. He knew she was enjoying it when she moaned loudly. He jammed it back in all the way and slammed his free hand down on her ass time and again, reddening it and causing her to scream. He continued beating her until he saw bruises forming, and then he slid his stinging hand down to her clit and flicked it ruthlessly. He continued to punch fist her bowels until he felt her start to shake, and then he stilled deep within her and viciously twisted her clit. She screamed as her ass clenched his. I’d only known a father who worked long hard hours every day of his life.“What do you mean?”“Well...” she lowered her voice and glanced around the room conspiratorially, “when we came to America, we were hippies. We never intended to work a day in our lives.”“Mom! You’re kidding!”“No, it’s true. You should know these things now that you’re grown up.” Grown up? I was 43. It seemed like I could have been told about this sometime in the past 20 years. “We got off the boat without even having a. My walk home was interrupted. An Italian job that put the Lurch's price into a toy catalog, passed me, huffing its pipes. Its soft tires ground against asphalt. The carbon fiber body thrust a gull wing door up. A hand reached out and offered a middle finger. I walked past, head forward."Dreary? Really? I wouldn't have cared, if you'd called her a hag." Get in."I stopped walking. "Get out."The rumbling hum expired."I never expected to see a rental tag on one of those." I nodded.