My body would tingle in a way it had not done before. After that Dad started getting stricter with me to teach me how a woman should behave. He made m... dress diferantly at home, "the way a woman should dress". I had to come straight home after school & have me change into short dresses & cook dinner for him & his friends. I was late home a couple of times so dad put me over his knee & spanked me in front of his friends. This wasnt too unusual as id always got a spanking if i didnt listen, this. I smirked, giving her a quick peck on the forehead, before urging her to head downstairs without me, allowing me the chance to focus on my breathing.Once I looked normal again, I followed after her, joining her in the kitchen.Gabriella seemed pensive while she prodded at the contents in the skillet.“What’s wrong?” I whispered.Her frowned deepened. “I was just thinking about that girl again. The one who always sits with you at lunch.”“What about her?” I prompted, when she didn’t automatically. "It was Victoria's turn to lean over and pull him into a kiss. Luckily their horses were in step."I'm a very, very lucky girl," she said thoughtfully. "I have emerged unscathed from a potential rapist and it's all due to the man I love. Darling, thank you again, so very, very much."They rode on in silence for a while. Suddenly Victoria turned to Mark. "Make sure," she said, "that you have a witness when you collect my glass who can verify that you didn't spike it on the way to the police."Mark. “You edited how I felt about Mom?”“I tweaked it,” he said. “You and your mother were always fighting. She didn’t like you were a tomboy. She wanted you to wear skirts.”“I love wearing skirts,” I objected. My eyes widened. “I didn’t use to?”“Well...” He rubbed the back of his neck. “You look cuter in skirts.”My cheeks warmed.“And your mother feels that women should dress in feminine ways. I also edited your mother to be more accepting,” he said. “I wouldn’t say you hated each other, but you two.