"Morning love." He sounded so sincere, "you feeling ok this morning?" He asked as if he didn't remember last night or any other night when he beat her... Last night wasn't as bad as others. She didn't have to spend the night in the hospital this time. "I'm ok, how are you?" she kept her face and eyes away from him. He hated it when she cried; normally he hit her harder when she did. "I'm doing great, better get going if we're going to be on time." He started toward her. She knew he was only going. I was about four steps behind them. As they entered the room Candy pulled David onto the bed and I settled into the chair at the side of the room. The first thing she said was, "David, do you like to eat candy?" Candy lay on her back and spread her legs. She guided David's head between her legs. He looked at her and said, "I don't know what to do." Candy replied, "Just put your face down there and give me some kisses. It's easy and you'll like it." David kissed the insides of her parted. Heaven only knew why the Doctor had lost his interest in pounding her heart-shaped bottom in nocturnal bliss. Her constant barrage of derision and accusatory sarcasm had insulated him from any thought of conjugal interaction with a person he now considered “the enemy”.Professor Hardcastle had a reputation of giving out inflated grades to the female students in his class whenever they rewarded him with their personal favors without hesitation and constant verbal stroking of his ego with squeals. They had built another table in the building, and finished it, as only people could, that loved making things to last for generations. It was almost 35 feet long, and had been built on the spot it was to stay in. The frame was of oak, and the top was made of hand-rubbed maple. It shown like glass, from the many layers of clear varnish coating it, It would never need a table cloth, but only place mats, for decoration. A hole had been put in the exact center, to hold a center piece of cut flowers.