He had raped his wife, as if their entire sex life wasn’t already a type of rape. Her fear of anal sex was now absolute, and suddenly he felt like a...monster for asking for it. ‘I won’t ask again, Christie.’ ‘But you want it. I can tell.’ ‘And you’re traumatized and I am a total shithead for asking for it.’ ‘I would try it if it would make you happy. If we could take it slow. I’ve read about it. If you’re careful it’s supposed to feel good.’ Her voice was doubtful. ‘You’re awfully big.’ He. The Medical Examiner laughed, with a nod toward the other CSI examiner."If it could have electrocuted the boy...he'd probably be dead as well.He was the one who dusted the keys!"The other man smiled. It was more of a smile from relief. "That'strue...I did dust them!"***Later that day, in Kirk's office, Detective Delaney sat across from him.Something in the father's words had been troubling her. "Nash's dad..."Kirk looked up from his paperwork. "What about the dad?" He had said that Nash would. I wasn't sure so I just let it continue. He had noticed I was by myself and asked me to sit at his table. I thought, why not, it was part of the entertainment. There were several others there, all younger than me and he seemed the only one unattached. We chatted, laughed, danced and drank. The truth or dare show continued and it became obvious that the two young women had removed their panties. They were getting less and less inhibited and were clutching themselves and rubbing each other,. At the same time, I was noticing that the head wasexceptionally large in proportion to the shaft, making it 'pop' pastthat particular spot in my pussy...er, ass."Did I just refer to my ass as a 'pussy?'" I asked myself."What else would you call it, pussy-boy?" my alter ego answered."'Real Men' have cocks...and asses. Sissy-boys have clits and pussies,"he elaborated."Which are you?" I asked myself.It was a rhetorical question. "You have talked your own wife into goingout and getting fucked by.