We have an interesting relationship. Two creative personalities. Two very different cultures.If he pisses me off. I don’t yell. I don’t throw thin...s. I challenge his authority. In front of his friends. This both angers and excites him.If I piss him off, he doesn’t talk. He fucks me. But he makes me wait. This both frustrates me and keeps me wanting more.It is my differences that he loves. It is his differences that I love. We are totally into each other. We totally satisfy each other. We. It had been that day that her stepfather had begun the years of abuse that had changed her life forever. That part, was almost forgotten, but the rest… It had been her birthday. Her mother had surprised her by showing up an hour early at her singing lessons with the intention of taking her out for ice cream. However, Cloud’s dreams, everything had been shattered when she and her mother had gone home. Cloud smiled sadly at the memory. Stubborn, even as a young girl at the age of five. She had. It was a little longish in the back but it didn't quite reach my shoulders. I'd get it cut short at the start of this summer, as usually, when the central Texas heat would start to get unbearable and start to turn my head into a wet mop."More than just slight problems." She weakly replied, trying to focus once more upon business. "We did try to work with them, within terms of the auction contract, but their bank in Houston wasn't especially helpful either. The bidders didn't keep large balances. I took a small zippered notebook case with me that I kept condoms, lubrication, and admission money in. I waited in the car for a few minutes until there was no one in the parking lot. When the coast was clear, I got out and made a bee-line to the front door. I paid the attendant my ten dollars and walked in to the dimly lit theater. As usual, there were several men milling around in the hallway where the booths were. I walked down the hall to one of the small theaters. There were a few men.