That makes me sound like I'm some kind of victim. I'm no victim. I'venever been totally happy about what happened to me all those yearsago, but I'm no...t dragging the memories of it around like some ball andchain. Life was not as bleak as that first paragraph suggests.Let me begin the conventional way, with childhood:When I was twelve there were only two things to be in Cabrini Green ifyou were a white kid. You could be a Blue or you could be a Thin. Onceyou hit puberty -- if you wanted to be. I suspect with some deep reservations that the last of my litter with the little bitch was fathered by the reverend because of his hair color and his shifty eyes that look so much like the parson’s when you pause and think about it.That means that I have a total of nine offspring not counting the little bastard who I love just the same.I am still reaming out my wife’s pretty ass because I want her to know I believe in a husband’s rights and that she needs to mend her ways when it comes to. I lay there, waiting, anticipating, not sure what will happen. I hear the door click, and my heart jumps. It closes. I can feel your presence in the room. You pause at the foot of the bed taking in the view. The bed sinks in with your weight. You lightly trace your fingers down my chest, my stomach, and lower still to my inner thighs. I can feel my body getting more turned on to your touch and the mystery of what you will do with me. I can feel the heat from your hand grazing lightly over my. She walks inside, wearing a long tshirt , that covers her butt, yoga pants and tennis shoes. I asked her if she come to join me working out? She said, "Yes, if it's ok", I told her of course it is. She told me she doesn't really know what to do, so I get her to warm up with me. She told me that she wanted to loose a little weight and get firmed up. With out thinking I said. " Well, you look really good the way you are ". Nervous about what I just said, I look at her and see her smiling, making.