If she had known how good she looked, things might have followed differently, but everything was just as it was.Passing the striped pole that has been... the symbol of the barber's trade for centuries, she pushed open the door and stepped inside. A small bell rang, and the aging barber who owned the shop looked briefly up from his work, before indicating an empty rocking chair and returning to his craft. The elderly man whose few hairs had apparently needed trimming stood up out of the barber's. I'm no fool. I said, "Anywhere you are is home, Shirl." That was a good answer as it got me kissed. Shirley's kisses are to be enjoyed."Husband, I want to go to bed and make love with you in our new home and in our very own bedroom and bed." She said.I smiled and pulled her to me as we headed in that direction. I was a very good way to start our life in our new home.We spent the next day being domestic. Shirley had all sorts of small projects for us. One included our radio station. We used a. He seemed genuinely concerned forher.She stood shaking, leaning one hand on the cold damp brick wall forsupport. The man pulled a pristine white handkerchief from his pocketand dabbed it on her face. Grime and caked-on makeup soiled the cloth,now moist with Charlotte's tears. This made Charlotte feel even moreabject.The man took her shoulder to steady her and started to lead Charlotteto the car, which idled at the curb, a plume of blue smoke snaking fromthe exhaust. The chauffer had got out. I know he standing there, but I do not know whats coming, then I hear it. The jangle of metal, his belt buckle. He lets the leather caress down my back softly stroking me and I relax, oh that feels so good, but no, he hits me twice, hard on my ass. The sting is a shock and the pain radiates down my legs. I couldn't take more. But he smacks the belt once more careful not to hit in the same places. In that moment it is so unreal and emotions rush thru me all at once. My instinct to jump up.