She could not remember the last time they went out on aproper date, just them two. Tonight, could have been a date and thatshould have been more impo...tant than trying on a gown.As she left the living room to go to the kitchen Rhonda said, "I amdone talking about this with you, if you are going to be hysterical."Max was upset about not getting out of wearing the gown. He knew thatif he backed out his wife would bring it up every time she could. Shewould use it to ensure he did every little. He'd been well on his way to having things the way he dreamed of them when he inherited the little girl.He hadn't thought it would work. It was a rough life, far away from anywhere, and she was so small and helpless. At first she had been terrified of the big gruff man who now took care of her. For the first week she couldn't sleep, wouldn't eat and it looked like she was just going to curl up and die. It hurt him to see her suffering.Nights were the worst, when she cried endlessly in her big. "Your poetry sucks, is what I'm telling you. You ain't got a good idea anywhere on your ugly, backward, child abusing, team."You don't hit too well, either. Your big boys swung like little girls all week, and then you got mad? Mad that a sixteen year old showed you what pressure pitching all about, right Holmes?"We ain't mad at you Saint Louis hicks. You too dumb to waste mad on. See? Our Royals did the onli-est thing they could do, which was kick you all the ways back to Hick Louis, and forget. Bob started to relax - he was beginning to see why his friend had recommended the massage.Dorothy worked on his spine and gradually broadened her range to include his ass and the tops of his legs. Bob relaxed as the warmth spread through his skin and body. He opened his eyes in surprise when some of the hot oil dripped down between his ass cheeks, then gasped as something was quickly popped into his ass. "What the..." he began, but Dorothy silenced him with a curt "It's part of the treatment..