After that wecuddled once in a while but that was it. One day shesaid she knew I masturbated. I asked her what choices Ihad. She didn’t want to ...ave sex with me. I promisedher never to cheat on her again and was going to keepthat promise. I would never hurt her again. Then therewas masturbation. If she knew of another way to getrelease to let me know. She just walked away.I was now thinking about my kids. Of course theyweren’t kids anymore. They would soon havegrandchildren of their. In their mid-twenties, I assumedthat they were a couple. She stormed out of the pub followed by the ratherembarrassed young man who was clearly trying to mollify her. "You know what his problem is?" a female voice opined from beside me, "Heshould be chasing her out the door to give her backside a good tanning, notto appease her wounded pride!" I turned to look at the speaker. She was a reasonably attractive woman, thoughin my experience, most women can look attractive if they take the trouble. However, I would advise you to not falter in yourpromise to me now. A man should never go back on his word. Promises arebinding, and secrets are powerful," his mother said matter-of-factly."Are you threatening me, mom?" Zach asked cautiously.His mother laughed sweetly. "Heavens no! I'm your mother Zach. I loveyou. I'm merely cautioning you to stay true to your word." It's really hard to tell when you're being loving and when you're beingsociopathic," he said dryly.His mother looked genuinely. Her loud cry of protest at the second resumption of her beating was an involuntary one. She’d never imagined that mere hands could cause this much pain without breaking skin or bone, but the burning in her buttocks was turning to numbness, threatening to spread to her entire body, endangering even her mind’s grip on reality. She wondered how long it would continue, and if she’d ever be allowed to sleep.The pattern repeated itself: further bruising of her brutalized cheeks, an unwanted but.