How come they are sticking through holes in the walls?” I replied, “They are sticking through gloryholes.” “What’s that?” “Gloryholes ar... holes in walls where guys can get anonymous blow jobs.” “Where the hell are these things?” “Usually at video arcades at porn shops.” My wife asked the big question, “Have you ever been to one?” “No.” “But you think about it, don’t you? Why?” “I don’t know. It just kind of excites me. I don’t know what to say. I like looking at big dicks. I like thinking. I slipped into my Batgirl dress, and Batman put me through the first phase of my training, teaching me martial arts, showing me how to disable an enemy. That part was great, but then he had to start teaching me how to act like a damn girl! How to sit in a dress, how to walk, how to talk, how to curtsey, how to put on my own make-up, how to keep my movements feminine. I still kept hoping he'd relent and wouldn't make me be Batgirl, but I practiced everything he showed me without question.It took. I'd seen that before. He was confident. I'd seen that before too. He was convincing me that he was dead set on leaving me. I hadn't seen that before. As I said, he doesn't make idle threats. He had made a commitment, "Until death do us part," and for some reason, that was the one commitment he had made that I assumed was solid. But I had just shattered our marriage. There was nothing else I could do, so I resorted to the one thing he had never seen me do. I begged."Please don't go. I'm sorry. I. I had recently gotten caught skipping school which landed me in a load of trouble (earned me a wonderful spanking from Stepdaddy Bill in front of my mother and later a deep anal fucking from him in the guest room!) and Uncle Mike could easily be referring to this incident. "He says you're pretty...talented..."My cheeks grew pink with embarassment. He was definitely referring to my sexual skills. "He says you like it really rough. Rougher than your Mom likes it, rougher than your Aunt Cindy (his.