When Ron visited his mom and sister, he became Carol.`````````````````````````````````````````````````Finally, the weekend was here, Friday. And I was...going to spend it withmy twin sister Donna and my mother; since the divorce I have been livingwith my father simply because I was the boy. Living with my father wasfun but not as much fun as with my mother and sister.We are eleven years old and unless you were brought up in a cave or inthe deep woods away from civilization, I don't have to tell. ..truth be told, I still think it’s a shit song…but it was nothing if not memorable. This question you’re asking yourself…’What do I need to do to complete this song,’…I’d wager that it ain’t the question you asked yourself when you first heard that track. First time you heard it, what did you think?’ I bite my lip, trying to think back. ‘I…don’t know. I don’t think I asked any questions.’ ‘The hell you didn’t. What made you treat the drums the way you did?’ ‘Well, they were already such a. I smiled. You knew I untied the straps. You also knew I appreciated the perfection before me. I stepped back and pulled off my shirt and my shorts. We were the only people in the universe. We were primal. We were in love. You could see my passion mounting as I stood before you. I gently lifted you in my arms. You wrapped your arms around my neck. We kissed again. You could feel the hair on my chest. Then I started walking towards the sea. You squealed. It was too early to swim. You had. ?I think that our warm up will be breaking you down completely to start. How do you like that slave meat? ?Bill whips my bare skin with the rubber hose for the next 15 minutes or so. The way that the hose strikes the same places that his hand had caressed just a minute or so ago makes the pain from the beating seem especially bad and by the end the only thought in my mind is the pain. Even with the large rubber ball gag in my mouth I’m still making fairly loud screaming noises.When he finishes.