Her long black hair was up in a tight ponytail, her sleek hair like a waterfall of shiny that I had tried for years to accomplish with my straw blond ...air. Her eyes were beautiful, outlined with black eyeliner and a little mascara. Her hotel polo shirt was a little loose, but her boobs, I’m ball parking around a B-cup, were round, her nipples were pointy, probably visible because of a thin bra. "Um, 12" I responded unexpected of this wide-awake perkiness."Me too," she smiled, her pink lips. I wave to the big man,and he spreads her legs and high butt cheeks. ?This is for earlier.? I waveto the big man, and he puts the clippie thing, as big as my hand and as strongas the big man's hand, somewhere between her legs, like he's clipping twothings together. I hear it snap shut. The lady's eyes go very big and herface gets very red, but only for a second. Then she starts to scream very,very loud. The big man starts to hit her with his palm, hard, on the flesharound her hips and thighs, on. Dam' idiot, but his heart was good. What I did to him, that was for the kids too, and I'd do it again in a shot, I had to. Hurts like hell though. I'll learn to live with that, my own time, my own way, and when I done that we'll see how we feel. Now, you want me to hug you or not?' Shit, what do you do?'You gonna get your ass over here?' She was next to me in a flash, arms wide open. I put mine round her, and she squeezed me so dam' hard I nearly shit. Fact is, holding her felt so dam' right I. I was very much in love and she said she felt the same way but would not commit to sexual exclusivity when I asked. When she had explored enough of life she would let me know. In the meantime, I should enjoy what we had together.Six months before I graduated I asked her to marry me, hoping that she’d done enough “exploring”. After a lot of discussion, she agreed but couldn’t cut off her other lovers cold turkey. She promised to taper down while we were engaged. I didn’t ask her for a detailed.