”“Yes, Mark, she has. Another reason to have her home by 10 is so we have an opportunity to get acquainted.”“Yes, Ma’am! Ten o’clock, soun...s like a plan. Would you like to talk to Kathy again?”“Yes, please. I look forward to meeting you in person.”I handed the phone to Kathy. She stuck out her tongue at me, and started to talk to her mother.Once they had concluded their conversation, she turned to me. “Ten o’clock? What, am I still in high school?”I stood up for her mother. “Well, you know, for. "If you're going to claim to be a pervert and expect me to believe it, you better be willing to convince me," she demanded."Oh, I could," I replied. "Trust me." I do trust you, because you're so nice," she said. "That's why nothing you could tell me would shock me or convince me that you're a pervert." Again I insisted and she finally gave an exasperated sigh and demanded, "Then prove it! Put up or shut up, fat boy!" Oh man, she called me a name! Not a particularly filthy, sexy name, but I had. It was already at least more than three inches wide at that point. It was a lot; it would be for any girl that didn’t train her holes. For a girl that was ass virgin forty minutes ago, this was medieval torture. But that’s what I wanted to do to her, it was. I was saving all of this for later, but she forced my hand. It was her fault, and she had to pay for it. “Sweetheart… This is what I meant when I told you I was a monster. This is what I think you didn’t deserve, but I’ll do it to you. It was just because we were still very much in love with each other as well. It wasn’t just an affair, not even a lesbian affair ... it was a love affair, honey. It was sinful, it was wrong, contrary to everything that our churches teach, and yet both of us were married to people who didn’t share our faiths, so we were already sinful. We just couldn’t stop it!“We married at first to get pregnant and have fathers for our babies, but we both developed feelings for our husbands, too. We justified.