.She slumped forward onto Jerome's chest. He wrapped his big arms around her, pinning her down again onto his hardness."Are you ready to be wrecked by... a couple real men, bitch…?”Alfred asked her, as he knelt behind my wife. She said no word; so the black man grabbed her by the curly hair and pulled her head back, turning it to face me."Say it loud, bitch… so your cuckold useless hubby can hear you!”He yelled, slapping Ana’s round buttocks."Yes! Please wreck me! Do anything you want to me!" She. Her mother and father had used it at her first trial and her grandmother had used it at her second. It was the one word that had swayed an inane legal system to provide therapy in a hospital rather than prison time. The judge had even used it to justify his ruling.Her grandmother had used the term as well. That was no surprise since her mother had taught her its meaning all her life. She'd taught the young girl early that sometimes a person had to sacrifice parts of themselves in order to get. “But from what I do know, we can’t use them as examples of what is the right thing to do. What happened between them might have been right for them but that doesn’t mean it would be right for us.”He stopped. He’d made his point. I couldn’t argue with it.“Another reason is me,” he said soberly. “I’m an adult. You aren’t. There are laws.”I closed my eyes. If ever I felt like complaining about those laws, one look at Dad would remind me why such laws were important.“But when we’re both adults?” I. "Here" Greta mumbled, her face coloring as she remembered her long solo session with the photograph "Last night" Greta cringed."Look its not a trick question, how do you account for this?" barked the captain.Greta looked at the form flung before her, it was those two weirdo's she locked up last night."Yeah the male and the she-male, what about them?" Greta asked."I think you mean, the she-male and the female, that's what!" the captain suggested."No, way I didn't get that wrong, they both had.