"What you mean, kin I hit hard enough to... ? He stopped in mid sentence, threw back his head and laughed hard. "Oh you got to me there. You really me...n it. Kin I hit hard enough to..." he chuckled. "You got you self a pet Nigger, Mist' Harley." Good, pick the other two men for jail duty and get busy. Oh yes, you better pay off the others out of this." He reached in his pocket and pulled out a roll of hundreds he had with held from the bank money." I'm pretty generous with money not my own, he. ? Melissa felt ill. She had thought she could submit to her husbands demands but had no idea that this is what he had in mind. She thought maybe if she cut back on the shopping and the television he might be satisfied, but this? seriously? ?OK, I think the best time to begin is now? Paul said with an easy and practiced command. ? Melissa, go get Mike a chair from the kitchen and return to us.? Melissa rose slowly not knowing if she would be able to continue forward. She walked into the kitchen. ”“What?”“Three felonies. I read a Wall Street Journal article estimate that the average adult commits three felonies a day and doesn’t even know it.”“Seriously?”“Yes. Say you have Tylenol with codeine left over after a knee injury and you forget about it and it’s sitting in your medicine cabinet a year later. I’d ignore that because you’re not usually an asshole, but it’s still felony possession. There’s probably an equivalent of some kind for running a salvage yard.”I sighed. “More than. She came back in salwar-suit and slept next to me. I switched on the lights and said why you changed and she said these clothes are to wear outside and can't be ruined while wearing at night. I said yes and declared tomorrow is our shopping day again and this time we will buy you more clothes for every time of the day and night. She protested and said why to waste money again, I told her I have to take you to US and you can't wear sarees and salwar suite there. She said ok. I also changed and.