She told me this story....I decided I would spend my Saturday doing laundry, so I gathered my clothes and headed down stairs to the laundry room. When...I walked in I saw my neighbor down the hall. We spoke in passing once and he introduced himself as Bert. He seemed like a nice guy just not very interested in me, so I thought. Bert was a big guy and maybe he was just shy or something. I said, "good morning" and proceeded to separate my clothes. As I finished loading the last load into the. I wanted to tell one thing our my mother as well father go for job, they leave the house in morning and come back in night,so whole day the full house use to be under our control, we use it the way we want.This story is of during our college days, one day I came back home early.I opened the house with my house key, enter to the house and enter to my room.I heard murmuring and moaning sound from sarita room ,this is very normal for me.I got freshened and went to my room to start surfing the net. In fact, they were both wearing small crucifixes around their necks. Kind of funny when you consider how nasty the sex was.)Suddenly, without warning, he pushed her down on the carpet. She lay there, unmoving. But she did speak to me. "Now, Virginia, the man gets to decide what happens to your body next. You should have no say whatsoever. A real woman accepts whatever her man decides."Daddy commanded her to her hands and knees on the floor and told her to spread her legs. She did so without. I knew though that he loved me and would do anything for me. He has a kind of thick skin. Not much bothers him. Probably not surprising when you consider what I wrote earlier about our parents and how they raised us, but that said, there was an intensity and passion to him. It was there waiting to be triggered in the right moments.As we watched the movie my feet had gotten cold. We were laying at opposite ends of the sofa, our feet towards the middle, so I pressed my feet up against Michael’s.