The investigator ended his interview with Rodney. Then I heard the click of it starting again before I could turn off the recorder. It was my wife's v...ice again talking to the same investigator.My wife, my love of all these years was telling the investigator that she had faked being passed out. She "wanted Rodney to fuck her all over", that was her words. There was no crime committed because she was aware of what happened and allowed it. She did not go into the details that Rodney had, but she. He struck her bottom again.“Two.”And again and again and again.“Three.”“Four.”“Five.”By the count of ten, she was shifting a little in her spot, but she didn’t make a peep. The students around her leaned back in their seats to get a better look.It wasn’t until he gave her the “one to grow on” that I heard her gasp. Everyone immediately starting throwing out questions, “Did it hurt?”, “How bad was it?”, but she just said it wasn’t bad and sat back down with a blushing face. I think her spanking. When I first, literally, held up a Barbie doll and said simply "make this me" they wavered between thinking, it was a joke or thinking I was a bit off. Nevertheless, I convinced them that this was the blue print. I wanted them to work from. They of course did not argue. The surgeons were paid handsomely to keep their mouth shut about my gender; every simple procedure was a gold mine to them.My mother felt she could lose her husband over her inability to have sex, it drove her to constantly go. He wasn’t a man who usually wasted time on the lavatory. “The person who Sonya left Ken for wasn’t a man at all,” said Vincent. “A woman?” guessed Caitlin. “I guess it couldn’t be anything else, could it?” said Vincent. “It’s not likely to be something other than a man or a woman. Yeah, it was Liz. What’s more, she worked for our company. Not for Sonya’s. She’s still around—though, luckily for Ken, she’s not based in the Burgess Street office. Advertising moved over to North Road about two.