The concert finished up right around 11:00 PM. Britney walked off the stage looking exhausted. Her top clung to her skin because of the sweat from all... the dancing, and the black roots in her hair were more noticeable because it was wet. She walked up to me and took a deep breath. I moved my hand up to her face, and brush some of her hair back that was covering her right eye. “You look exhausted.” I told her softly. She was still beautiful though. My hand went from her hair down to her shoulder,. But worse than that, I have loved you since our first date and when we kissed I knew I was with someone special. Doesn’t mean I won’t put you over my knee if ever you pull a stunt like this again.”“Promises, promises,” she said as she pulled me down and we kissed with more passion than we ever had before.We were married a little over a year later and had two beautiful girls by our third anniversary. They are both now attending university; although it might appear they are adults and have left. Indeed, I thought he was rough and course and without good manners. Soon I was proved right when I overheard him making disgusting remarks to his friends — about me — about how I looked. Before long they cared not if I heard them snigger and stared at me lewdly, making comment. Then the man would often make an excuse to be near to me and would enjoy my embarrassment and anxieties, looking me straight in the eye, making me avert my glance to look down at the floor. He was a big man with an evil. “I think I sprained my ankle.”“Here, let me see” he said, helping her up, letting her sit on a chair, and sitting on a chair opposite her. He put her foot between her legs, and ran his hands over her foot. He ran his thumb over her ankle, and a small cry escaped her lips. “I’m sorry, but let me see if I can’t rub it better for you. I don’t think you sprained it; it would have started swelling up already. I think you only turned it.”“If you’re sure, go ahead” she said, smiling.He slowly and.