Unday, June 19, 2005 (Continued)When Carol and I arrived back in the study, the parents were talking about the mansion-buying AGAIN - was there no end...to it?They stopped, letting me say, "Carol's game has finished. It served its purpose and Carol lost the mood when she and I started talking normally..." Thank you VERY much for it," interrupted Carol. "I had a GREAT time. That was the first time I've been able to do that, and it was even better than I'd imagined. Especially thank you, Mark. You. I grew up being punished for being a slut and have been in a few relationships where I was on the wrong end of a paddle. My one boss even thought I did better work when I had trouble sitting. I didn’t but, when you’re sitting on a couple of very sore welts, you do pay more attention to details.At the age of twelve to f******n I was being fucked by a few adults myself. This guy is over seven inches and a little thick…my one uncle was a thick nine…at the age of twelve that was like being fucked. " I'm sorry!" she exclaimed."Do not be," he said. "But I know it to be fact, because I have lived in such places and was in fact called that and other things I prefer not to recall. That is, until I attained some growth and fighting skills and it became known I was not exceedingly tolerant of personal invec­tive." You hit people?" she asked."When sufficiently provoked, quite hard and effectively," he replied."I've never hit anyone in anger in my life," she said wonderingly."Then my earnest wish. ”I pull up to the highest octane gasohol pump they have, exit the Cobra and Ben announces, “Jens, I need to stretch my legs.”Jennifer opens the door, climbs off Ben’s lap and it’s all I can do to keep from laughing since Ben has a major tent in his pants (Hell I would too if she was sitting on my lap). He sits in the seat until he relaxes, exits that car, comes over to me and says, “Thanks for not saying anything about that.”I act like I don’t know what he’s talking about and ask, “What are you.