"Biting her lips, her face scarlet, she looked to the ground. "Of course, I forgot. I'm a whore in your eyes."Cliff shook his head. God, was she messe...d up! "I was more more thinking along the lines of pills or some blow. Jesus, Kylie, I thought you were getting therapy. Doesn't that work at all?"If possible, her blush deepened. "Oh!" she whispered.She sat in the cruiser and did not say another word until Cliff drove up at her parents' house. As soon as Cliff stopped the car Kylie's father came. I took a few quick shots, getting their bodies in the pictures, but not a good look at their faces. I had the solution for that.I had just had someone else’s shit on my hands so I wasn’t too worried about grabbing this asshole’s scrotum. Holding the camera in my right hand I reached forward with my left. Plumbers usually have strong hands and arms. That was proved once again as a second later I had gripped his balls tightly, twisted, and pulled. He came off my wife like a bullet from a. That first summer we were married we ended up spending two weeks up in the hills and she taught me everything that she could remember.As fall started I knew that there was no way I could make it through the winter so reluctantly I started walking south along the Rockies. I spent the winter in the south, where I don't know but as it got warmer I started to move back north.I was sure I was going have to go into some town and find out where I was till the day I looked down and realized I was home.. If I'd been stunned by his previous message, what followed was many times more shocking."Yvonne, you dirty, depraved, fucking whore-pig-cunt," he wrote, "you love being my filthy fucking animal don't you bitch."I was stunned. I read his words over and over. I was amazed at myself for feeling so tremendously aroused by his degrading, abusive writing.My mind struggled to understand why I felt so excited. I am not really a feminist, far from it I suppose, but I do believe in feminine equality, and.