It will get much, much worse. A fourth, a fifth, a tenth. I whimper with each strike. He stops.I catch my breath. I see him on my right side now. I sh...dder. It will be my front now. He draws his arm back and strikes, before I can close my eyes. I scream. My right breast is on fire. The crop hit the top of my mound. I cannot help it and look down, to see the angry red stripe, crossing the front of my breast. He pauses, to let it sink. I know the drill; nine more on my right breast; the last. "After finding the boxes and a packing tape gun, I returned and put them together on the floor. She said, "Everything still on the bed can go for now. I am gonna go bag up some stuff for the baby."I d**g a box around to the other side of the bed and smiled at her technique. Looks like everything she didn't want was now on the floor. I gathered a pile of jeans and shirts and loaded them in the box then there was the other pile, socks and bras and panties. I noticed she seemed to favor brightly. I no more than close the door and you start in on me about howyour not being able to date is marring you mentally, howI'm stunting your social growth and on and on ad nauseum.You've finally done it. You've stepped on my verylast, exposed nerve. I see a flash and suddenly I can'thear what you're saying any more. A calm washes overme and I gently put down my things and turn and smile at youas you continue to rant and rave about whatever. You notice the slim smile on my face and it stops you. I will not burn my undergarments and practice free love. When I swear my vows, no other man will have touched me and none ever will. My partner will find everything he needs and everything he desires in my arms. A failure in that would be a failure of the partnership and I will not fail.”I saw such passion in her eyes when she delivered that statement that I could not help but believe her. What this beautiful young woman was offering was what men like me dream of. And I was lost in her.