" Then why does he want to hang out with them?" I dunno. They're cool, I guess."We pulled up to Steve's house. Steve was on the porch smoking with Ale... and some guys I didn't know. Grace was chatting with one of them.Steve handed us hard lemonade as we walked up to his house and high-fived Jake."Hey bro, this is David and Jack. Don't play poker with them." David and Jack both laughed. David shook my hand."Hi, I'm Jenna." David, nice to meet you." He had a deep voice, and seductive eyes. If I. His voice sounded just ever so slightly shaky but he did manage to come out clearly with...“Glenda, I’ve known you for a long time. I was great friends with your husband too all those years ago and may I congratulate you again on your recent re-marrying to our ... umm ... to our new reverend. But ... but ... let’s not come to blows over this incident. I am just simply trying to follow protocol for ... for everyone’s benefit and we just want to know why our new choirmaster violated a very clear. I'm Marnie's Master and, this may surprise you, friend. A Slave is not simply a sexual object, though at times I certainly use her in this fashion. It's a lifestyle between two consenting adults. Out of the privacy of our lives, we are two upper-middle-class individuals that hold jobs and do all that other couples do.In fact that is one reason why I'm writing this today. You see, right now, my Slave Marnie is kneeling next to my seat waiting for my attention. It's early Sunday morning - I don't. I forgot that it’s ok to have no moral values.” my brother ranted, “I’ll remember to cheat on my wife someday.” My brother was being sarcastic; a way to mock them. My mom went silent for a moment, then spoke softly, “That never happened.”“When do the lies end with you?” my brother said. “It’s not a lie!” my grandpa screamed.“Oh…that’s right, I can’t have my own opinions.” my brother mocked, “Or should I say facts?”I couldn’t take this anymore. The fighting needed to stop. I hated all of this,.