After we had both come down from our sexual heights my wife went tothe bathroom. I saw she took her purse from the night stand.I almost drifted off to...sleep when all of a sudden I heard a loudscream, then crying and sobbing.I ran in shock to the bathroom, but when I opened it she cursed atme and threw the letter right in my face. "You fucking pervert. Howcould you do this to me? Get away from me. I don't want to see you.Sleep somewhere else."I couldn't say a thing, I was just standing there. I had looked over her midterm test and quizzes, so I knew what kinds of questions she would be asked. I picked up the whip and stood alongside her."Who led the Plymouth colony?" I asked softly. "Umm ... it was ... oh, damn! ... umm ... was it John what's-his-name?" She looked at me as though asking for his last name."No," I said, and brought the whip down on her ass with a medium stroke. It made a nice crack! as it hit, and my already stiff cock swelled to its maximum."Ow!" she cried out, "that. "I thought about that. She hadn't answered my question exactly, but she had at least given me something. I almost pressed her for more, but I knew it wouldn't do any good. All of the anger I felt was gone, and while I felt no love for her, I did pity her for whatever demons drove her to me. "Keep your secrets if you must," I told her. "It really doesn't matter anyway."Erin was silent for a moment, and then looked at the dashboard clock. "Your lunch break is over, why don't you call your work. Men would expose themselves to me and my friends, having a good handful as we watched, we were knowledgeable about the white stuff they would shoot from their cocks long before we were ovulating.I would lay awake in bed listening to my mother and her current lover having sex, her moaning and his foul-mouthed descriptions of what he was doing, I often suspected he just somehow knew I was listening and gave the running commentary for my benefit.Once barged into the bathroom when I was peeing,.