All she needed was a tattoo on her belly saying ‘You are here’.“Go on then, big man,” she taunted. “Use the strap on me.”“Oh no, mother... dear.” I said. “You’re going to feel my hand.”I took a swing. I had intended to start a little gently but in the excitement I let it go and it stung me. She let out a squeal. On her right buttock, a white hand mark appeared and, as I watched, began to turn red. That was it. I went berserk. I slapped and slapped, now higher on her buttocks, now lower. . ‘Yeaaa, baby, you got it all, take it,’ he cried as he squeezed her big butt. He soon gasped, made a funny face, then backed off her and wiped his cock with a hanky. I noticed it was considerable smaller now. As Miz Jean stood to straighten her dress, he pulled out some money, saying ‘Here’s your two bucks, Jeanie, see you next week.’ He then jumped in his old Pontiac and took off back towards our boarding house. I was shocked, not only by seeing the dreaded Miz Jean half naked, but seeing some. "Fuck no, I didn't want more! I wanted what we had when we married. I wanted what I thought we'd had for the past ten years. I knew I'd never have it again, maybe never did."Honey, it seems like I've been talking for hours, and you haven't said a word." Joan..." I tried but I broke down and bawled, like the sad assed wimp and cuckold I'd become. "I'm about to hurl. I need to get shit-faced drunk. I need to convince myself not to drive into a bridge abutment on the way to work tommorrow." Yeah,. Now, nearing her Eighteenth birthday, and ready to graduate from High School; Henrietta found herself at a crossroads. That was why she was sitting on the examining table on a beautiful spring day.There was a soft tap on the door and it opened slowly. She expected to see the Doctor, but it was only the Nurse. Nurse Betty was bright and cheerful and bubbled with charm. Her giggle was infectious and she looked good in white. The nurse's uniform was starched and truly pristine. Henrietta could not.