I was so embarrassed for myself. I peered out and saw all the cars and people passing by below me. “I hope none of them look up.” I thought. Peter...walked up behind me. He bent me over and told me to grab onto the bars and not to let go. “We’re just going to have some fun. That should teach you.” He took a step back and.. CRACK I gave out a scream and felt a stinging sensation on my thighs. “He just whipped me!” I thought. I turned my head and saw him holding his belt. CRACK CRACK CRACK I winced. She was shocked by her son’s suddenly masterful attitude. All his life, she had been the one giving him the orders, but now he was turning the tables on her. Margaret’s knees went weak. Son or no son, Margaret suddenly felt an overwhelming, primeval feminine need to submit to this dominant man standing triumphantly before her.And, in a dark corner deep down inside, she loved it.With trembling fingers, she unbuttoned her blouse and eased it off her slim shoulders. Then she slowly pushed her. While their time together started off awkwardly, by the time Jean Miller dropped Karen off at the Halfway House, the two of them had established some basic ground rules upon which they would endeavor to rebuild a mother-daughter relationship.The next step in the reconciliation process revolved around Gus Miller.The Original Karen Miller had been the apple of her father's eye. Even in her teenage years, her father had doted upon her. And, because he had, Gus had taken his daughter's willful. But, Yes, I'll talk to her. It's Jamie's birthday soon and I need to talk to her about his present anyway. I really don't want to add to yours or Susan's load with the boys, you do so much for them as it is."We left it there, and I drove home - with a lot to think about.That evening, at home alone, I hit the whisky bottle. Not too much, but they did slip down too easily. This is rare for me. There was a period after the split from Molly when I did drink alone at home, but it wasn't good and I.