But then it seemed like everything was a bone of contention between us. Truth be told Madge and I never should have gotten married at all. We mistaken...y thought that sexual passion was love and when the fire went out about three years after the wedding we suddenly found out that we didn't have anything else going for us. The fact that the marriage stumbled along for the next seven years was more of a tribute to our indifference that anything else.Since I didn't care to stay home and argue with. I guess we all read it more than once. From what I could discern, things were about to go to hell pretty quickly around here. Mom was raising the sexual bar pretty rapidly on Dad.We were all quiet for a few minutes after I closed the message with a click of the mouse. Yeah, I hate touch pads and I use a wireless USB mouse on my laptop.Kelly was the first to speak. "Well, that is pretty scary. But, based on the lump under my ass right now, I guess that I'm not the only one to get turned on by. She knocked on the back door and grunted, “You alone?”I tried to smile but failed and she barged into the house.“Where is your room?”I took her upstairs and I didn’t know if I was going to be anointed or crucified.I sat on the bed and picked up my guitar.“She told me everything,” Mrs Hubert began, “in graphic detail. She can be a real bitch. A sanctimonious little cow but a bitch too.”“What?” I said dumbly. “What did she tell you?”“Oral sex. Penetration. Even the special things we did that most. I was pleased at this as it saved some of my shame in hiding my identity, allowing me to indulge in a new and curious erotic feeling; to my horror, I was beginning to enjoy the humiliation.Elaine came down after preparing herself, to find Hortense looking very pleased with herself, having instructed me on how to walk like a woman and being pleasantly surprised with the results. If Hortense had looked stunning, I was positively breathless at Elaine; she too was a picture of dominance in a tight.