He knew the drill. His menopausal wife would don a flannel nightgown and get on Pintrest. Then, she would talk briefly on the phone with their grown d...ughter. Laura would fall asleep and he would jerk off to porn. This was his life.Jon had been traveling to see his family every weekend so Brian had not played a round with him yet. But this weekend, Jon was in town because his wife & k**s were to arrive in the upcoming week. They went out to the public municipal course. Afterwards, Jon invited. Two minutes later she was back at Sylvia's - alone!After a half hour wait I was starting to wonder if I was being just a bit stupid by being there at all and I probably would have talked myself into leaving if it were not for the fact that Ann-Marie had obviously just dumped the kids. Why? To be alone. But why did she want to be alone. The answer pulled into the drive even as my mind formed the question. Getting out of the car was a stocky Mexican who I recognized as being a member of Frank's. She had a can of beer in each hand and couldn't very well defend herself when he snaked his left hand up under her dress, tugged the slimy secretion band of her underpants to the side and sank his thick, knobby-knuckled middle finger into the silky softness of her moist and lubricated split.He'd just gotten his finger all the way into her when the game came back on. Abruptly he backed it out, breaking the kiss and turning away from her as he snatched his can of beer from her shaking hand. He. That I was a lovely beautiful woman just like my mother.“Prove it, daddy, make love to me as you do to my mother,” I sobbed.“I can’t Princess it is wrong,” Daddy said to me.I threw my face back into my pillow crying. I told him, see even he thought I was too ugly to love me. Daddy’s hand rubbed at my back as he told me that was untrue. Daddy rolled me onto my back then he started to kiss and lick at my scars.Your scars do not define you, your scars only make you stronger as my scars do me. My.