“So you are such a slut that you fuck a man in his car.” He said in a low angry voice. He wanted me to own my transgression. “Yes.” I murmured...The belt slashed through the air and landed on my ass. “Yes what?” he yelled. “Yes Master!” I screamed in shock and pain. Again and again the leather belt landed on my naked ass. The pain from the blows was racing up my spine. I could feel my cheeks starting to burn with each vicious slash across my exposed buttocks. Tears were running down my. —was better off without a useless brother like me. I selected “no” again.There was no third prompt.Since I didn’t have anywhere in particular to go, I walked aimlessly around my small coastal Florida town of Navarre taking pictures of whatever happened to catch my attention. I’d like to say they were the best pictures I’d ever taken. To say that before my death a miracle occurred and I captured my last will and testament in photographic form.If miracles like that really occurred, maybe I. It was only a light mist now the last rays of the setting sun peeking through the clouds. Mom was fussed about the mud all over her she had slipped in the mud, Well I'm going to get cleaned up. Anybody coming with me? Nope was dads replay as he started a fire and pop'd open his 1st beer. I'm good too. She gathered her things and set off. The urge to spy on her pulled me. I waited about 5 minutes got to go to the bathroom I said as before taking off. I noticed most the campers let due to the. I'm a good driver, no matter what my father says," Travis tossed back."Do you mean that?" Jesus turned serious, "no matter what your father says."Travis took a moment to process the question behind the question, "There is a part of me that still wants his approval; that wants him to come out and say point blank, 'I'm proud of you'. Intellectually,,, I know that scenario will never come to pass and that he will never say those words to me."Jesus repeated after him, "Intellectually."Travis got.