” I tell him about the incident with the ball a little worried that he will upset that I was so careless. A firm smack on my ass as Charles pulls up...but a smile on his face, tell me I will be punished for letting it happen but I will also enjoy it very much. Charles takes the bag and opens the door for us. As I slide across the seat I notice Charles has cleaned it off and I shake my head. Without a word Sir grins at me, knowing what I’m thinking. As we start driving he pulls me close, pulls one. I got out of the shower, wrapping a towel around myself, and walked warily down the stairs. As I was halfway down, my sister burst past me, tears streaming down her face, and her spaghetti-strap shirt half pulled down. I continued down, even more concerned than before, though my sister often cried at the slighest provocation from my parents. As I arrived in the kitchen, my father walked to the stairs and yelled "Get back down here you little slut!"My mom sat at the table, empty glasses shot. My hands snatched a pair of shorts. "Nothing at all," I made clear, cutting them too. "Hey, stop that!" he yelled, running towards me. His hands failed to come to me as he went through the shredded pieces of clothing on the floor for a minute. His head angled up and we glared at each other with our eyebrows down and our teeth biting our lower lips. Then his head rose up. "I'm done with you, I want a divorce," he told me, walking towards me. We both began grinding our teeth and then we inched. I actually felt giddy being with such a wonderful, attentive companion for the first time in years, maybe ever. The evening that had started out like such an utter train wreck had turned into an absolute delight. Our meal was divine, yet it was the company that really made the night so special. The restaurant had a dance floor at the opposite side from us, and towards the end of our meal a big band started playing classic tunes as mostly older couples took to the floor. It did my heart good.