I helped her to her feet. She wobbled a bit but I steadied her. Stephanie offered her the wet cloth Ron had used to wipe my face with, and she cleaned...up around the edge of her mouth. Then she went to the sink and got some water. She walked slowly, on shaky legs, tears still streaming down her face. She looked like she didn't want to look into her parents' eyes."We want to show you what you've done with your lives. I hope you're prepared."I looked at him, confused. He wasn't holding anything.. "Most becomingly," I answered. "And she's smart and seems to enjoy talking to me, although I realize the art..." I enjoy it," said Devi sweetly."Who wouldn't?" said Bess."You heard?" I asked."Barely. She talks quietly." I forgot her voice. It's smooth and low and vibrates at my lowest chakra." She does sound delicious." Come over," I said."Okay," she said surprising the hell out of me and hung up.I filled the bathtub--not wanting a noisy shower to interfere with the noise of the buzzer--and. And you looking handsome too.Me: Thanks for the compliment dear.Sw: So what are you doing?Me: nothing just lying on the bed, and you?Sw: Same here.Me: Where’s your hubby? What’s he doing?Sw: He outside, working on the laptop.So I understood and thought of flirting with her so I started to talk more about her dp.Me: How can he work at this time keeping such a beautiful wife at home (I actually scared a little to type this, but I sent it.)Sw: Do you think I’m really that beautiful?I didn’t expect. She had on jeans and a blue Oxford shirt. I waited until they got close to the store entrance and then I followed them in. There was nothing to indicate that she was being abused or mistreated, other than the harsh way that she was being spoken to. I guess that was what they usually call verbal abuse. I held back and watched, fascinated by the way she carried herself despite being subject to his constant and repeated barbs. After a while, I got the feeling that most of what I was seeing was an.