" Yes, Miss Stevens," I mumbled in meek response."Good boy," Miss Stevens nodded. "Time for us to discuss your homework,Josh," she continued, pulling ...ut a notepad and fountain pen, poised todissect my next words. "I asked you for 5 words each that relate to thecolours 'white' and 'black'. Emotions, thoughts, connotations - whateveryou desire. Shall we start with white?" Um, well..." I began hesitantly. I hadn't done my homework, but fearedadmitting so due to the threat of further spankings. I. Two hours later my wife came outside where I was washing her car “You still edgy?I kissed her on the cheek, “Not edgy, just flabbergasted. Did Mindy really tell you all that or is this some sort of perverted fun day for you?”“I guess it’s perverted but it’s no joke. I acted almost the same way you did when she brought it up but she is serious, she wants you to make her pregnant.”“Why me? I’m 55 years old, there must be 10 million men in this state that could do a good job of fucking her, all. Even my parents were against it but they never pushed the issue.After graduation I worked at the store but I wasn't making much. I wanted a sports car and to get out on my own but just wasn't making enough money. I applied for a job at the local General Electric plant and got hired working on the presses. I was paid a good wage and had benefits. Even my parents were proud of me.I still helped at the store after I got off work. I made deliveries and helped out any way I could. Life for me was. Sometimes I can be a real butt, that way. Growing up in a household where the consequence of even the most innocent error was a smack across the side of the head, I learned early in life that passive behavior and a low profile were the keys to survival.My older brother never did learn that lesson. He was aggressive to the point of open defiance of our parents resulting in his getting the shit beat out of him on a regular basis. Life was hard for him and he wound up spending nearly half his.