He seemed to be lifting off me. The angle of penetration had changed. I faintly knew something was happening. Then, on an out stroke, he came complete...y out—a small subtle movement I barely realized. “Ohh my fucking God!” I managed to exclaim.He had driven through my rosebud, fully into my ass. I began bucking, as best as I could, against him. He kept up his movement. What was left of my sense of reality was gone; what I thought was pain was really euphoria. Even though I was a wailing,. “Evening young lad, buy a poor old man a drink will ya?” he asked in a gravelly drawl. Thomas looked the man and the face and thought, yeah what the hell who else am I gonna spend my money on? “Sure what you after?” “Ah bless you son” he replied “I’ll have a whiskey”.“Maggie” Thomas called out “can I have a double whiskey please?”“Sure thing love any ice?” Thomas looked at the old man who shook his head “no just straight up please.” “Coming right up” she replied. As Maggie served the whiskey. He understood the need to follow process even if he was tempted to demand faster results. They had a process prepared, what was called ‘the protocol’ by the consultant they had hired after seeing Karen’s survey results.“Yes. Friday will be the beginning. Then, I am sure she will be agreeable to continuing with sessions on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday of the next two weeks.” She reviewed the process … again. Friday morning would be a similar survey but it would dig a little deeper, probe more. I felt that he had a point, but wished he hadn’t made it in quite that way. I really didn’t fancy another belting, especially one that was completely undeserved.Sure enough, three weeks later when our folks were out for lunch, Becci’s arrogant boyfriend opened the fridge and took out a beer, laughing at me as he did so. Half an hour later, he was drinking another one, and had tossed the bottle in the trash. There weren’t any spare bottles of that brand in the garage, so I couldn’t replace them.