This little theater had the new type big chairs 6 to a row and 6 rows deep, there was lots of room between the rows, and I counted 7 men sitting there...watching me on the screen and two women. Every man had someone between their legs sucking their cocks as they watched me. Each of the two women had someone between them. (I think one was a man and the other was a woman, hell I didn't really care.) The room was not dark at all, everyone could see clearly. I walked over to the row Richard was in. There is no cutlery and she scowls a little as she picks upthe food with her fingers and wolfs it down. ?Eat slowly, Carrie, it will be more satisfying.? headvises, but it is too late. She pushes the plate back under the door, and pulls theblanket around her again. ?Why are you doing this?? she asks. ?Is it apunishment?? He smiles and shakes his head. ?No, not a punishment. There are afew reasons. Partly, I am doing this, because it gives me great pleasure.Partly, its because I want you to. Brad had my shorts and top and we headed toward the beach. When we got to the public lockers, he put them, along with his shirt in and we headed off for another surf lesson. This time, I was being stared at by everyone on the beach from young boys to old men and quiet a few women. I really loved the attention and worked hard to make sure my butt bounced the way it was suppose to. I wasn’t really sure I wanted another surf lesson today but it was still hours before the free concert and I was. Things started getting bad shortly after the school was fully in session. It started slowly. Cindy started to find fault with little things. She also started complaining about sex to the point I stopped trying.A few weeks later she started to pick fights. I finally stop responding. The only time I responded was when I decided to move to the guest house. I had gotten fed up with the nitpicking. The argument started when Cindy started complaining that I wasn’t being a loving husband.I shut her up.