Spacy,” she giggled.“So he found it symbolic.”“I didn’t think so at first. Just a silly idea coming out of being pissed off. But I’ve come...to agree with him.”“So you painted here?”She nodded. “After dance class. With another student who’s a talented pianist. We ... Sometimes Claire and I would sleep over. She’s ... the one I wanted Belle to meet.”He nodded. “She came on to you?”She whispered, “I tried. We made out. I was like practice for her, you know? Didn’t work for me.”“Like Belle, you need. The place was jumping and there were a lot of girls here that were unattached. I sat at the end of the bar scoping out the fluff. Gina was the bartender tonight. She was kind of cute. She was wearing an apron over her white blouse. Her breasts were pushing that apron out. I noticed as I sat there that Gina had undone a few more buttons on her blouse. She came down to check on my drink. As she bent down to pick up some clean glasses, I could get a nice view of her naked breasts. She stayed bent. Cindy could not believe what was about to happen. She had never thought about a man raping his wife, it almost seemed pointless; she would eventually have put out for him after she calmed down. She was one who thought it was her wifely duty, which is what made it difficult for her to understand what he meant when he accused her of not giving him what he needed."Please, Brad, not like this. Let me up, I'll do whatever you want, but not this way."He ignored her and grabbing the side of her. “I’ve got one here.” I unfolded the ruler and handed it to him.“Ok, Vince, measure the depth of my print and your print.”“It’s the same. There’s no difference.”“Welcome to the compression rate world kiddo. If you step on concrete that has set, you won’t leave a mark. But fresh concrete and you’ll ruin your tennis shoes. That is the compression rate between set and unset concrete.”“Now, your little sandbox here can be set up to make a print. But that’s about it. You won’t be able to tell the.