I’m getting tired. I’m old, remember?”“Oh please,” Marie rolled her eyes.“Doc filmed you with black men, how does this tie into the divorc...?”Marie took a deep breath and continued her tale.*****“Six years passed. Six years of marriage. Doc made so much money, I didn’t have to work. I spent my days, exercising, sitting out by the pool, and having sex with black men. Doc only knew about the dozen or so regulars he filmed me with. There were many, many more that I met. I’d go out clubbing. She loved how demeaned she felt. She never talked with anyone about the life she had behind closed doors. Wouldn't. She knew that it was a dark place, that very few would understand. Some would even consider abuse, she supposed. But she loved the darkness, the nastiness of all of it. Shane opened the door, to a gorgeous face smiling down at her. She had chosen to wear the black backless dress, that Mark had actually bought for her. She had no bra on, and Mark looked down the front of her and. Another kiss, down lower, then a light nibble on her earlobe. He moved her across the room, over to the bed, kissing her from behind, as they walked slowly across the room. He turned her, when they reached the bed. They both sat down, finally she saw him, face to face. He was handsome, not Brad Pitt, but full dark hair, dark eyes, a small cleft in his chin. He was wearing silk boxers, nothing else. "So it's the hairbrush huh? Need a spanking?" "I...thought...well...I've been curious." He. All I said was, “You almost got your just desserts.” She got this devilish grin on her face and hurriedly pulled up her pants.We continued roaming all over the lake until about 5:30 that afternoon when I suggested we head it back in to the dock. When we arrived back at the coach; I announced that I was taking her out to eat in celebration of our last night at Grand Teton National Park. So as she showered herself, I sat down and recalled the transformation I had seen in my grand daughter this.