There were times when for one reason or another she could not see him at either her place or his place so she had asked KM if she could meet her stud ...t our place. KM, not being one to refuse a sister slut anything, had said okay. And so, one afternoon while KM and I were both at work, Aunt Martha let herself in using the key that KM had given her and prepared to meet her lover.Meanwhile, over on the other side of town, Uncle Avery called me at work. We both have a passion for working with wood. The wagon captain ordered us to camp outside of the town to avoid thieves. After we were laagered, Claire and I headed toward the store to replenish our flour and pick up any produce they had. We had finished our shopping and were headed out the door when I met the bastard who had tried to buy Louise with some companions. "Is this another one of your whores?" he sneered. Angry, I hit him with my hand and knocked him into his companions. "You bastard! You've hit me for the last time" he snarled. From the moment I grabbed her thiswas always going to happen no matter what she said or did. I walked around behind her, pinned an armaround her throat and dragged the knife deep across her left cheek, carving theletters S and L deep into her flesh. ?Because you?re such a pretty little thingI?m only going to scar your face, so maybe you can find some desperate boy whocan only pull a mutilated little bitch and then fuck you with a bag over yourhead.? She screamed and writhed, but I had. I don't know what changed it. Whether it was a combination of us getting older and her personality going down the toilet or mine getting more outgoing and active. She wanted to be more of a homebody and do almost nothing socially, or did it have to do with the fact that once she had a second kid, she just didn't care much about doing anything in life anymore.I got it. Some people went through that. I'd heard that for years. Marriage would change you, kids would change you and the list went on..