Or at least to givelessons from my house. My parents were record producers for a company by thename of Naxos. We lived in a fairly large house. I chos...e the room farthest tothe back so I wouldn't have to be distrubed by the guests too frequently. Therewere always great musicians from Europe coming to stay with us for the periodthey were in the country to record with my parents for. As marvellous andinteresting as that was, some of them were very loud. and it gets very annoyingwhen you like to. “The doctors have no clue whatsoever,” she sobs. You slowly caress her shoulder with one hand, trying your best to comfort her. “I’m sure they’ll find out what it is and what to do about it,” you say. “Sure,” she sarcastically replies. You keep sitting like this with Danielle for several minutes, neither of you have anything to say. “I’m going to take a shower,” Danielle finally says. She stands up and walks away. You admire her body. You can hear some drawers moving as Danielle grabs. She had had little financial backing throughout her married life, the tight bastard had made her an allowance to run the house and their lives on, oh he would buy her presence now and again, a new dress, jewellery, a cane or handcuffs etc and she knew he cared in his own strange way, so to survive she had stayed with him, put up with his spankings, his caning and his pain games, knowing it was his way of expressing his love, and that he would be worse after a month or two away, decidedly worse,. I wasn’t a total prude. I mean, I let him touch my boobs. I even let him finger me a couple of times. But whenever it came time to go further, I’d tell him I wasn’t ready and stop everything. He took it okay for a little while, but then he started to get really whiney about it.”“You did give him blue balls for three months,” I reminded her.“I know,” she laughed. “But, like, I didn’t know any better because of how I was raised. Anyway, we got into this huge fight. He told me I was cold, and.