They were having the same kind of discussion and Jane blurted out how the sexual side of their relationship was non-existent, knowing that her husband... would ignore her pleas.Bill looked at her sternly. “So you want to get fucked do you…” he said, “Right, well your fucking going to get fucked then!”Jane stared at him, eyes and mouth wide open as she couldn’t believe what he had just said. Bill moved towards her, grabbed her hands and turned her around pushing her towards the sofa. He grabbed her. That’s another reason to keep her living at home.”“What about your extended family?” she asked.“I have an uncle, my dad’s brother named Jim. He’s also in the construction trade. I don’t like the guy much. He’s a Gunnite operator.”“Gunnite? What’s that?”“Sprayed-on concrete. It’s a highly skilled trade, like being a crane operator. He works for a company that’s headquarted in Scranton, so we don’t see him much. He’s a heavy drinker and not much fun when drunk. My mom’s family is from Camden, New. One winter day i was driving across I 80 in Pa and it was snowing pretty good, and as usual the road was getting slick and there were a few accidents causing closures and delays. I was coming up on a rest area and figured Id pull in and get some rest, and wait a while for things to clear up. I was lucky enough to find a spot near the exit so pulled in and parked. I got out and headed to the restroom and to stretch my legs. When I pulled in I noticed a pickup with the hood up and as I walked. It was all the more difficult with the giant sledgehammer he was dragging along. Maces, that was the subject of the class, and every cadet had been given a random bludgeon tool. They were each heavy and cumbersome, dragging cadets down like anchors. They gripped their weapons with pruning fingers as they slogged through the mess. To bear with that weight, that awkwardness, and to keep a hold on their weapon no matter what they were doing was the lesson they had to learn. The next challenge was.