.."Mom interrupted my verbal meandering. "She's a SuperHeroine," she said, flatly. I swear I could hear the capital letters when she said it. I almost...expected some Wagnerian theme music to break out in the room."Yes. That." I finished, lamely. "I know that sounds soooo totally egomaniacal."Dr. Bonner had almost gone back to his old self, but for some reason, now he looked shocked again. His eyes unfocussed and he looked off into a corner of the room for a bit before looking back at me."My. If I acted as if I was just getting up quickly without thinking, I could stick my head all the way up her dress as I sat up. This thought got me so turned on, that I knew I had to try it. “I think I just need to get a wrench to tighten this,” I said as I sat up. My head went straight up her dress between her legs and my face hit her right in her pubic mound. She was shocked, and stumbled backwards. Since my head was caught up her dress, she pulled me forward as she fell back. She ended up on. The beatings didn't stop until more drinks were sent up to the room. By then, Clayton was down to using his belt to slash me and bruises were all over my body.This was worse than being the Taxi driver! Some how I had to escape. But when I suggested a divorce he beat me again."Listen, you controlling bitch! You try and leave me and you're dead meat - like a steer hanging on a meat hook! With my money and power the best hitmen in the world will vie to bring me back your head on a silver. ? Thanks for the whipping, or thanks for asking? I presumed the latter, but the former was possible too. ?I'm sorry.? ?That's OK. You don't have to send me flowers or chocolates or anything.? She grinned. ?But if you really want me to feel better, why don't you slide that hand of yours up and to the right a little...? Her inner labia hung exposed, parted slightly and glistening ? her sex conveniently easy to access. I wouldn't have minded either. It was a damned tempting offer. I wished our.