He did slap me in the back of thehead though, a lot. And boy did he use the belt. He took everything Idid or didn't do personally. If I didn't make go...d grades I was beingrebellious. If I didn't scrape my plate into the garbage right I wasbeing rebellious. If I couldn't get the power mower to start without hishelp I was defying him. If I struck out in baseball or missed a tacklein football it was like I was embarrassing him on purpose. Every mistakeended the same way. I got hit or whipped and. I lay for a while in bed, thinking of how I should have handled things better; not jumping to conclusions and accusing her of trying to deceive me. Still, what was done was done, and no amount of wishing otherwise would change it. As I got up, I saw the two notes from Lori on my desk, and as I read them again, I felt even worse.I was about to screw the notes up and toss them away, when I changed my mind and put them in the drawer of my desk with other cards and letters that I kept. I wasn’t. I said that sounds amazing and I accept her offer. (Nikki and I never dated but had sex on a few occasions including fucking her in her ass, after becoming good close friends that told each other just about everything. We shared stories about our sex lives, asked each other for advise as well as when on a dry spells and hadn't had sex in a few days we would make a plan to fuck each other and satisfy out needs and wants. She was almost like a 2nd sister to me and we sure enjoyed seeing each. That morning, she had woken up and masturbated, which had become her normal start to a day and went downstairs naked. She noticed the window cleaner was outside but made no effort to cover up. She enjoyed him seeing her becoming turned on and masturbating so he could see. Inevitably, she invited him inside and wasted no time fucking him. Within minutes of them finishing, Paul called her from work and she couldn’t resist telling him what she’d just done. It was no surprise when he became.