We met, although only in a parking lot. We made out pretty heavy and it was so exciting.Then I then met another much younger girl (she was nineteen, I...was thirty-eight). She lived real close. We met several times, and in addition to making out she also gave me some of the best blow jobs I ever had while sitting in my truck. But eventually, over concerns of too many underage kids in chat rooms, chat rooms dried up and went away. I lived a very conservative life style. I could not meet people in. And maybe more than I ever did. I think if we’d stayed married we’d be in about the same place you find yourself in now. You grew up brainwashed that sex could only be between a man and a woman, and that too much of it was bad. Guess what? Those are bad rules to live by.”“OK, Mr. Smarty Pants, what is a good rule to live by?”“How about consenting adults can do whatever they want to do about sex?”“But that’d allow ... all sorts of behavior.”“Exactly. A lot of people actually live by that rule.. Dad wants me staying closer to him this summer. He says he wants me to start thinking like a company president. I'm supposed to watch and learn from him."I also had plans to get my pilot's license over the summer. I'd put it off, mostly because I was worried about my mental stability. My Dad was the only one who thought I should still get my license. I think Mama and Joyce were worried I'd go into one of my withdrawals and crash on purpose... I asked my Dad why that didn't worry him. He said I. I don’t want to do that so I did not move he told me that I am his slave whore and he can make me do everything he wants but still I did not do that and he told me that he have to punish me for my dis obedience and he called his servant kumar and asked him to get a stick and he brought the stick immediately it was a fresh stick with one or two tender leaves on it. I think kumar just picked it from a guava tree and daddy then asked Kumar to hold me and tie up my hand with a smile Kumar tied up.