She did what she had to do when she had to do it and tried her best not to be home alone with him. She serviced him for the sake of her children. Stil..., once she was able to find her own place, once she got her life back, his despicable behavior didn’t sour her from helping others later in life nor did it make her take advantage of those she helped, as he had done to her. If anything, what she survived in her homelessness and in his sexual abuse made her stronger. Now, she knew first hand what. Then I was there and I just sat in my car for several minutes. Could I go inside? Yes, certainly I could. Was I brave enough? I didn't know. Then I saw another girl go inside and immediately recognized her as a man in a dress. I mean, it looked like she just slapped on a dress and a little makeup and then went clubbing. If she had the balls, (no pun intended), to go inside, I certainly could. More nervous than I'd ever been in my life, I stepped out of my car, picked up my purse, and went to. .. But please don't mention this to my wives."I assured him I wouldn't, and we let the subject lie. While waiting for the women to rejoin us, we sat in silence, each deep in his own thoughts.The women eventually came downstairs and joined us. The evening went on normally, as if our conversation had never occurred. Fritz' wives talked about books they'd read or plays they'd been to. Anita talked about how the renovation of the house had gone and some amusing anecdotes about the plumbers. All in. "I should have known better than to let Gary leave his wife." Claude is no better," sniffled Janice. "He gave me two babies and now he only wants to take me from behind." You mean doggy-style?" Arlene asked idly."Fuck no! I mean from behind," Janice replied, her tone of voice making it clear what she meant. Then, for good measure, she added, "In the ass, just like Daddy did to me. I think Claude is getting it someplace else."Arlene was temporarily speechless. Then she spoke weakly. "At least.