I fell to one knee, and he hit me in the face with his weapon, chopping open my forehead, cracking the bridge of my nose and dropping me to all fours,...head abuzz.Then came a crashing thump and the man fell to his back on the floor, right in front of me, his arms spread wide and feet kicking, eyes staring. A trickle of blood ran from his ear, and a dark liquid splashed down on my shoulder and his body. Artesia had hit him in the head with his heavy, cut-glass, port decanter. She had cracked his. “I mean, I prefer men more than women, but I like both. Now if that makes me gay then so be it.”“So mom didn’t like that,” the boy surmises.“I don’t know if she liked it or not,” he answers with a shake of his head. “I don’t even know if she would accept it or not. Regardless, it was when she found me in bed with another man it is what set her off.”“I could see why she would be angry, but that is no excuse to divorce you,” Robby says defensively.“You’re still young,” his father says. “If only. The others have all been repeats, except for my nervousness. I'm not nervous any more. When I'm expecting him I just wait calmly, naked, on my bed with the door to my one room apartment closed but not locked. He doesn't knock. But when I hear him turning the knob I usually have enough time to scramble into the doggie position, so that when he first sees me I'm bent over on the bed, legs apart, crotch wide open. I don't even look at him so all he sees is my ass, with my wide open, ready. " Uuuh, I thought you said I was perfect," I said only half joking."Well, I suppose now is better than ever to explain to you my full plan.I ultimately want you to want me, desire me, crave me. I think we haveaccomplished that quite nicely. But as I've had these years to dwell onwhat it is I want, I have discovered I want more than that. Even thoughthis evening's events have made it evident you wanted a completelyopposite girl than I always imagined, I went these years thinking I wasnot smart.