As it turned out, I was putting in two orders. Betts was hot to have a June wedding and the invitations were all sent for the wedding on the 27th. I w...s thinking I should take the horses to the dude ranch that week. Not that that would happen. Betts kept holding up ridiculous ruffled shirts and a powder blue tux for me to wear to prom and I had to put my foot down. Donna said plain, simple, black. That's what I would wear. That was pretty much what the men would wear for the wedding, too,. I was always doing something wrong in her eyes, even when I was doing everything right. I got into fights constantly and developed a reputation as someone who was distant and not to be messed with. Never once did my mom ask why I had been in the fights or why I did what I did. I did everything I did for her. I never got into fights over petty things, but when someone made a pass at my mom, they regretted it. Cutting was my way of escaping the pain of knowing that all I was, was a reminder to my. Not for the first time, he wondered whether he was normal, and if other people felt like this ? what it was about pain and blood that gave him that odd feeling, and made him get a boner?From the first time he went fishing for bullfrogs at the farm pond, he remembered the sensation. When the big frog gulped the bait into its mouth, and then realized it was hooked. How it fought and struggled and bled, pulling at the line in his hands, trying to get away. How he had stood there transfixed,. When we got into the kitchen I could see John leaning back on a chair with a big shit eating grin across his face. I was glad to see that the other guys had already left."Is she agreeable?" asked John."Yes," answered my husband. The Black man looked at me and I merely nodded. The hand was played. My husband lost. I couldn't believe it. Not only did we now owe him $22,000, but I had to do anything he wanted for one hour. My husband cried into his hands as the Black man stood and together we went.