Strong but kind. Tender even.When it was my turn, I paused, thinking back. The story that stuck out in my mind was when Mustache took me upstairs to m... tiny little room. All I had was a mattress and a trunk filled with everything I’d ever owned. Mustache greased me up with Crisco while I was down on my hands and knees. His cock was so big it barely fit and it hurt like fire, but yeah, it hurt sweet too. He’d fucked me until I was screaming for mercy, screaming his name, screaming for god,. It excited me in a certain strange sort of way. But I was also mad as hell at Caroline for pulling such a stunt," she added maybe a touch too vehemently."And that's why you, uh, punished Mrs. Bishop last night, right? Mom - did you enjoy doing those things to her?" Things... ?"You know, what you did last night. Slapping her and whipping her and being mean to her?"Norma considered this for a moment, still not sure herself how she felt about how she had abused Caroline."Well, first of all, you. We had driven over 2 hours to attend the gig and it was a cold Scottish night when we left. He must have seen me shivering in the cool air and gave me his leather jacket, omg it smelled amazing of aftershave. If only I could have kept the jacket, but it was the one he loved and would never part with. He didn’t know it but back at the merchandise stand I had got him a theory of a deadman patch to add onto the back a long with Black Stone Cherry, Volbeat, Halestorm and the countless others that. Life was good for the first year of marriage. Little Sue saw me as her father. I saw her as mine. Only problem was Kate would not ever talk about little Sues father. I did find that strange.But I did notice a disturbance in the air during our first full year of marriage. In 2 weeks it will be a year. The sex was still great but Kate just seemed like she was disconnected from it. It was like she was thinking of something else or maybe somebody else.What hit the nail in the head was when I asked.