My wife Gracie always puts lots of tomato and lettuce on my sandwiches so it seemed like it is more food for me to eat. I don't really care for it but...I eat it and smile because I certainly do not want to offend her sensibilities and she is a woman of a volatile nature. I like that she is because it makes her just the way I like her when she is under me in the bed at night. We have five children and they all go to the public school on the east side just like their mama and their papa did before. But if he did, I highly doubt he’d go up against me. If he knew, he’d run and hide.Stewing in my anger, I had made up my mind. Maybe Cam taught Ophelia that she hated me, or maybe Ophelia felt conflicted and came to that conclusion herself. Well, if she wanted to label me as entitled, I may as well play the part. I had the tools at my disposal, so why not?I gave Ophelia a few more chances, and we actually did end up hanging out exactly once more to help her move a couple of things out of her. "No," he said. "You don't want to leave now."His huge hands grabbed my soft shoulders. I tried to shimmy away again,but I couldn't. His belly against my trim back pushed me into the wall,and his mouth attacked the nape of my neck. I felt helpless, frightenedand yet ... strangely feminine."Please don't!" I said as I hunched my shoulder, getting his mouth awayfrom my neck. I turned to face him. "I'm not ready yet. I've never ..."His bearded, ugly face was red. His breath more labored, and he. I pushed past her and made my way to the kitchen.The girl followed and said,”I'm Trish. You don't have a girlfriend at the moment. Do you?” I looked at Trish and knew she was the slut type, so I said,”Yes, I do. she's away at the moment.” Trish said,”What? Can't take the big bad ghost or the sight of it fucking you.” I turned, saying in an angry tone,”No. She had to go back to Uni.” and I left it at that. At that point I was just about to send Trish away, when a knock came. I went and opened.