"You-you mean they sent you down to-to--" It was too much forher, and she began to sob. Uncle Genesis nodded patiently. "Whut you t'ink? I don'come do...n to the Party Room on mah own. I'se a lan-scaper,a god-nuh." Actually, Uncle Genesis was in charge of raking beer cansout of the flower beds, hardly a gardener...but we all like to inflate theresume! "I-I thought they were my friends" Blondiebegan doing the waterworks, and Uncle Genesis grew somewhat restive. He just wanted Blondie tochurn. ‘Eliza and John, you start packing all the small stuff. The movers will take care of the big stuff. They’ll be bringing out the crates early tomorrow morning. ‘Could one of you get me another couple of these cookies, please?’ Eliza rose but not to get any cookies. ‘We’re going to Hawaii! We’re going to get married!’ She kissed him. ‘Oh, James, thank you so much.’ ‘You’re welcome. Now, can I have some cookies?’ Eliza brought over the plate, set it in front of him, poured him a glass of milk and. And yes, climbed is the right word, it was easily 3 feet of the ground. He turned the key and backed out of the driveway. An awkward silence filled the cab immediately.“Soo where are we going?” I probed.He took a deep breath like he was about to tell me some dark ancient secret, known only to the chosen few.“ I know you’re not an active kid. And that’s ok, I would rather you play ball rather than hold up in your room all day, but I guess each to their own.” I could almost see the pain in his. Tonight had ignited something hidden deep inside me. I liked spanking my wife. I liked having my wife serve me. But so far, she had been the one in control of everything. Just like it always was. She told me to spank her. She told me that I would only get a blow job. That wasn’t how I wanted things. I wanted to spank her ass when, how, where, and as often as I liked. She shouldn’t be the one “controlling” the sex in our marriage, deciding if and when we have sex based on her mood. I was the.