“You’d better know what you’re doing tomorrow. If not, I won’t hesitate to have Mr. Lewis spank you in front of the class.”The teacher was r...ght, Beth would certainly need some instructions, and likely practice, on oral sex. She had always refused put a penis in her mouth and tomorrow she would be demonstrating it for the class. She considered it fortunate that she arrived home almost 2 hours before her husband did.Beth poured herself a large glass of wine as soon as she arrived home and opened. All I am tryingto do is get him to be more masculine." "Yesterday I had a parishioner in here who told me her husbandbeat her up. I could see the bruises on her face. Her husband ismasculine. Is that how you want Henry to be?" "No, no, nothing like that. I just want him to act more like aman." "You have to accept that he is who he is. Be glad you have ahusband who cares for you and loves you no matter what. I asked himif he still loved you and he immediately answered that he did evenwith. She didn’t know what to do. She told me that there was no way that she could take Avantika in front of her dad in such a state. She requested me if I could take care and accommodate Avantika for a day and drop her off to the bus stop the next day.That she would tell her parents that her friend had to leave because she got an urgent call. I was truly worried for my friend and didn’t want her to get into trouble with her parents. So I told her not to worry and reassured her that I would take good. When we met the following summer, our "old friends" hug, tentative at first, my hand stroking her back lightly, morphed after only the tiniest hesitation into something else, our lips glued together, forever, it seemed like, our arms tight around each other and our bodies pressed together. I was in love again. Or lust. Or something. I was also limp, but I ignored that.Despite my confusion, and fogged with yearning while ignoring the irony of declaring right then that our respective marriages.