'MistressKittySolo', is quite an obvious statement. It says that I am a mistress. It can be taken two ways, one that I like being treated like someone...s mistress. The woman they are seeing and screwing behind their wife's (or in some cases, husbands back). The other interpretation of the word is the dominant Mistress, a role I get delighted in playing. I am naturally very dominant. Though I can be submissive too.You may be wondering why I am telling you all of this, unless of course it is. I’ll also apply to Kent State and Case Western for security. I figure four is the right number of schools to apply to so that I ensure I get in someplace.”“You plan to practice around here, right?”“That’s the plan. We’ll see where life leads me.”“Mike, what is Liz studying?”“Accounting,” I replied. “She’s going for an Associate’s and she’ll probably find a job as a payroll or accounting clerk.”Liz brought our salads, and we began eating. The conversation moved to current events, sports, and. “I guess we actually are mom, although this is only the second time we have been out together.”, Michelle replied. “Your sister will be here soon with Jeff. Please don’t start any trouble.”, Beverly asked. “Mom, if anyone starts trouble you know it will be Robin. Tim and I talked about this situation for days on end. Neither one of us cares what Robin does or thinks. We won’t be the problem.”, Michelle responded to her mother. Beverly looked at me expecting me to say something, but Michelle had. “What...” and then felt the oxygen pushed from my lungs as Tony punched me in the stomach. I doubled over and he pushed me onto the couch as I gasped for breath. Gino walked behind the couch and grabbed my hair and pulled my head back while the other hood grabbed my arm and twisted. The hood pulled my robe down around my elbows and it fell open revealing my nakedness underneath.“Don’t you ever embarrass me like that again,” growled Tony. And he slapped me, making my face sting and my eyes.