." Brooke's voiced sort of trailed off. She knew that it sounded lame. Her father did not seem to pick up on it, but her mother sure seemed to be look...ng at her intently. What was THAT all about?"Oh, don't worry yourself, Sweetie," Melissa responded, still looking intently at her daughter and raising one eyebrow in an unspoken message--I know you are up to something, the look said silently. "Your father and I need to get some rest after a long week and after the drive down here. We'll have. The other thing, the more important thing, was I stopped trying and so did she. When we got married,I told myself I was lucky and I meant it. She’s amazing. But when I allow myself to be honest, I haven’t looked at her thatway for some time. And I didn’t want to any longer. These one-night affairs I had on the road taught me a couple of things about myself. Or rather, those hours on the airplane flying home from some strange city allowed me to stop rationalizing what I was doing and admit to. One was a rich guy who like being dresses up likea girl and slapped around. She would dominate him and overpower him. Sheslapped him silly till he was punch drunk. His face was red from the time sheslapped. He seems to get off at being called a wimp. Debra made him eat herout. He did it for an hour while she told him what a weak little slut he was.She finishes it off with body worship and a sleeper hold.She left him there knocked out in his house. He was passed out, bruises,covered in her juice. “The Starlettes...”They stood out from the crowd. And for good reason. They were real women. They were full figured. They carried the school colors. They had a certain personality to them and proud of it.But some, in particular, they were like sirens. Like aggressive nymphs, they would seduce you with their dance moves and beckon you. They would tease to ask come to them. Their bodies slowed down, then sped up to the drum beat’s cadence. Their bodies popped. Their bodies rolled. I stared at.