" I turned my head to try to make out what was being tattooed but couldn't decipher it. "It says, 'His Slut', if you were wondering." I watched as the...'L' took shape under Andre's practiced hand. "I see," I replied. Why anyone would want "His Slut" tattooed over their pubic bone was beyond me, but Gloria provided somewhat of an answer. "It was either that or a butterfly, and I already have a butterfly," she explained through clenched teeth. Michael by now was standing beside us, also looking. For jewelry I went with silver, a herringbone necklace with 2 matching bracelets, and long dangling silver earrings that almost came to my shoulders, with large CZ studs behind them and a silver CZ solitaire ring. Black shoes and purse, and my blonde wig, and I was set.Jim showed up a little early, and turned out to be a very good looking, but weathered guy, wearing a business suit, so I wasn't as overdressed as I'd expected to be. He had a nice smile, and asked if I felt like going to. "Don't choke on your temper," said my sweet wife, "I'll scare something for you to wear tomorrow. Let's eat something." She jumped from the sofa intent to go to the kitchen.I held her by her shoulders and turned her to me. "Wait a moment, Cida. Explain the accident to me. How did you manage to total our car on a trip to the market which happens to be almost around the corner? And what happened to the other car?"She had this look of a cornered rat and couldn't meet my eyes. "There wasn't other. Then, he loosened his grip so it was no longer painful. Then again, he twisted my boobs to opposite sides, until I made the same sound. Then he twisted each of my boobs to the opposite side it was first twisted, then he squeezed them tight and pulled them upwards, pulled them downwards, pulled them to the sides, pulled them to my front, pressed them against my chest, pressed them against each other…he was technical pushing me to an emotional limit. I could no longer take it. I said,– Mr..