Then it hit me! Cool Hand Luke!I messaged my lover back and called the bitch in the mirror a slutty whore. I knew exactly what I was going to do and e...xactly what I was going to wear. I pulled out my “work in the yard” shorts. They are old, torn, faded denim cutoffs that are just a bit too short for polite society. About an inch of my ass cheeks are exposed before I bend over, one of the back pockets is ripped half off, and there are large holes here and there that are just white strings. The. . naturally, your wife is terrified, pleading with him and insisting on her innocence.. some terrible mistake... of course, he's heard it all before; he gives her one more chance to confess, and naturally she again maintains her innocence... sighing, the interrogator begins to unbutton her blouse.... telling her how much he will regret having to do this to her, but, nonetheless, he must..your wife is now sobbing furiously as her blouse is unbuttoned and unceremoniously pulled open, revealing. She told me my cousin had molested me when I was 7 and she had trusted him with me as a sitter. I guess I blocked it as a memory.When my Mom finally wanted me to talk about it, I had no recollection and she felt it was important I get straight with it, rather than have it turn up later in life. She had me see a few shrinks, and unless I said things under a hypnotic state of some kind, I never remembered. His molestation consisted of giving me bare bottom spankings as punishments when playing. 'Cause you can just bet if we started using such things and the Sa'arm saw us go down one they would be on that like a fly on stink...Or at least it seems to me that from what I've heard that the Sa'arm would pursue a fleeing enemy. Maybe not so hard as they would work to overcome a strong point, but still I can't imagine that they would lack the imagination to be able to see that having whatever was throwing rocks and energy weapons at them leave the battlefield would enable that enemy to.