But his face! The relief that I had actually come to him. To be married to him. As if I could NOT have come to him. Sally, your father and I have had ...he most wonderfully happy marriage. I wouldn't change a single day of it. Well perhaps the odd day when I had to be angry with him over something totally unimportant! But you have to do don't you? You have to be mad at your man sometimes don't you?" Your father was always romantic. And it was Daddy who wanted us to be married today, Valentine's. I told Bill that I bathed with them, especially mom, well into my early teens. In fact the only reason we stopped bathing together was the lack of room in the tub. Mom, dad and I still share the bathroom.Bill told me his dad used to wash him whenever they bathed together. I asked him how old he was the last time his father bathed him. He chuckled and told me it was after his parents had retired and had moved to Florida. He was in their condo watching TV with his mother when his dad walked in. “I… I’ve wanted to do that since we first met,” I confessed. “I kinda thought you might but I was afraid I was just misreading all those glances you were shooting on me on the field and locker room.” So she had noticed. I kinda felt bad about that but as the same time did that matter anymore. “Can we continue?” I nervously asked. I wanted more of her; I wanted to explore not just her mouth but her body both inside and out. “Um…” Her eyes darted towards the large window. If her neighbours. .After 3 pegs they are not I’m control as the alcohol started working and then the real torture started for me not from him but from his wife she became so cruel that I even didn’t expect she asked me to lie on the floor and started beating me with belt on my chest then she suddenly stopped and sit on my face and started to pour urine in my mouth and ordered me to drink I drank like a water he is laughing by seeing me then came real twist she took candle from bag and tied my hands and legs so.