My dad was an iron worker and I remember him mostly being too tired to doanything with us boys (except, significantly, the occasional spanking). Soma...y of the skills I needed to function socially as a boy (i.e. learn tothrow a ball, learn to ride a bike) I had to do the best I could on my own.When a cousin or a pal would help me learn these things, I would end uphaving a crush on him (what I really needed was a dad). Since spankingswere one type of interaction my dad did do, I ended up making. "Just then Linda chimed in. "Harry," she said, "you're being rude." I'm being rude? Let me explain something. This guy just walked up and asked my wife to dance with out asking my permission. That's not only being rude, it's being extremely disrespectful. If he had come to me and asked if I mind that he ask you, I would have probably said okay, but now ... not a chance in hell." Harry," she said with a edge to her voice, "we're married but you don't own me. I'm not you slave and if I want to. He wore an expensively tailored, trendyoutfit: cowboy boots, blue jeans, and a beige denim shirt with westernstitching. This shirt was unbuttoned nearly to the waist, set off by abrown leather vest and a heavy chain of solid gold. In short, hie wholeappearance was that of a little wimp with enough money to convincehimself that he looked ultra-masculine--- And he was buying the paddedman-suit that Josie had designed for me to wear!I felt myself go weak in the knees. That outfit had been. It was somehow fitting that this could only be accomplished because of her late tee time, a favor to the television folks despite the fact that it broke with tradition. The girl was carried to another out building for the final phase of her initiation. She was barely conscious, unaware of her surroundings or what terrible thing was about to occur to her battered and bruised body. She found herself in a richly furnished paneled room. The teen offered no resistance as the handcuffs were.