She tended to try and drag people down below her, a common trait associated with inferiority complex. She always seemed to want to be the center of at...ention and when she didn't get it, she would create some dramatic scenario to draw the attention back. She was also abusive in the emotional sense, her treatment eventually driving him to depression and even thoughts of suicide.She herself was deeply depressed all throughout their seven year marriage together. The two fought savagely, though. I was hoping I wasn’t going to get caught. It would be hard to explain what the fuck I was doing in her room.“Lisa, it doesn’t look like my folks are home. I could give you a massage.”“That would be really nice. Today was such a shitty day. My muscles are really sore. Maybe we could fool around after. You know how much you excite me.”“I know you’re a very dirty girl. I bet your pussy is really wet. Do you want me to lick you? I know you’re a nasty slut.”“Start with a massage and then we could. I put his cock into my pussy and rocked and moved over his cock. He had a nice sized cock. It wasn’t too big or too small. It was just perfect. His hands were on my breasts. “You’re a sweet thing. Your pussy feels so nice. Lean down and kiss me, Doreen.” I leaned down and gave Claude a deep and passionate kiss. Our tongues danced in each other’s mouths. I kept moving my pussy up and down over his shaft. Claude sat up and played with my breasts. He tweaked at my nipples and then sucked on each. I thought…." " I thought I gave you an assignment, which was designed to make sure you will not be one of those typical singers who cannot even tell you what key they want to sing much less write a part."His words stung; of course she knew that she had taken a short cut; She did not expect him to be so disappointed."This chord…wrong. The melody here…wrong notes…the rhythmic notation..also wrong."Silence. She looked at her hands. "Did you think if you came dressed sexy that I would be easy on.