‘And bull strong,’ he replied. ‘For half the year he built fences, cutting the wood from the old Bois-de-arc trees along the river bed. The wood...was hard and strong, covered with wicked, wicked thorns, some as long as a man’s finger. The Caddo Indians used to use the wood for their bows and their bows were the best in the state. Well Bill built his fences the same way, destined to be the best in the state.’ The old man stopped talking for a bit, letting his guitar build the fences around the. After a couple of drinks he was back to the happy-go-lucky guy that I first met. After a couple more he became abusive, and started pushing me around. A couple more, and he would pass out on the couch. The first time he hit me, once he was sober he was so apologetic. He bought flowers, made dinner, bent over backwards in saying how sorry he was. I forgave him - he was my life, how could I not? That happy moment didn’t last, and as the drinking got worse, so did the violence.“I think the worst. “Well,” I replied, “I think my most pressing need was probably taken care of over the last hour by your roommate.”“Yes, she is good at that,” she replied. “But I have needs as well.”“I can tell,” I replied dutifully.She pushed herself backwards on the bed until she found the headboard. She patted her hand on the empty space beside her.Angela was all over me in a split second, thrusting herself on top of me, pushing her lips on to mine, her wicked tongue probing the inner depths of my very. I kissed her hard on the lips and held her close. Another slap struck the same cheek as I held her, yet with much less force. I stepped back and stared into her eyes. “Are you mad at what I did or that you got so wet from it?” She stood shocked at the brazen nature of my interrogation. She gave me no audible answer but stared toward the ground in submission. “I’ll make you feel much better next time sweetness” I said as I quickly exited the room.She arose alone. She said nothing but stared.