.. she has to be sent to the church”“I will look into that but I will have to ask to leave I don’t think she can make it with you here”“That...��s not a good idea”“I don’t want you here”“okay but keep her tied to the bed and get her to priest for an exorcism”“I will” I said knowing fully that I won’t take her to a exorcist“Alright then I will be going, but if you need any help you know my number “ he saidAnd that was the end of it but it kept bugging me her bruises her screaming in the middle of. Liz squeezed her hand and smiled, "You're going to make a lovely girl dear. So unafraid of showing your emotions, I love it when you cry. You will come back to me just so dainty and swish. I simply can't wait."After dinner they went to the car. Yvonne arranged her petticoats just so to get in the car. Liz noticed and smiled. "You are doing so well and you look just lovely dear." Off they went on the honeymoon. San Francisco was lovely in the spring. Liz took Yvonne to many shops and stores. Since our wedding anniversary was this coming Sunday, I thought I'd make an early start to a romantic weekend by buying some nice t-bone steaks, some jumbo shrimp (isn't that an oxymoron?) and a nice pair of lobster tails, then make us a nice proper home-cooked surf-n-turf for an early anniversary dinner, with lots of candles and flowers for good measure.Think of it as a sort of a peace offering. Yeah, we'd been fighting lately ... a lot really, but this was as good of an olive branch as I. “Not at all. Hey, what eighteen-year-old guy would get mad at a gorgeous woman lusting after his lover? Remember all us guys think with our cocks.”“Humm,” she said, looking at me strangely.“What?” I said.“I don’t know if I should mention this, but I guess ... well,” she said and paused.“Mention what?”“Stephanie wants to be with me again. You know, just for fun,” Mom said, looking embarrassed.“Wow, what did you tell her?” I said, but I didn’t mention that she had said something about that last.