) "Never," she bellowed, before slamming her meaty hand down on my desk in anger, the ashtray flying in a perfect arc until crashing across the bridge...of my nose with a distinct crackle, reminding me to buy my favorite candy bar, and leaving me bloody and woozy, staggering around my office like an extra on "The Walking Dead." "I think this concludes the interview, Bertha. Give me a couple of days. I'm afraid the upcoming stitches might delay the proceedings."Clutching the soggy bills, I left,. It was stylish. And, it was expensively furnished. I asked himhow he could afford such a place. "Simple, my father owns theadvertising agency where I work. When my parents got their divorce,mother got the condo. Then, mother remarried and gave the condo to me tolive in. Come, I'll give you the grand tour." He led me from room toroom.Our tour ended in the master bedroom. There was a huge king sized bedwith a mirrored headboard and a mirror on the ceiling over the bed. "Mylast girl friend and I. ” So I whipped her 4 more times telling her she didn’t have permission to speak or to enjoy what I was doing unless she asked first. She then asked me if I could kiss her again and pull hair and so I did. I took off her lingerie after telling her how sexy she looked in it. It was pink with black ruffles all around the edges. It fit her body like a glove and accented every curve. I could smell the sweetness of her pussy as she became aroused. She asked me if I could feed her some strawberries. I think the difference between "making love" and simple "fucking" is the difference between "precious" and "cheap", or between "real pleasure" and just "sticking it in". I like "making love" and not "fucking". I finally made love to you in spite of my objections. Please let us cherish this special memory as it is and not repeat it unless the circumstances are very special too."When we met at breakfast, Dad slapped my back, smiled and gave me the "thumb up" sign. I knew that this was for my.