He has rough and broad face and rough strong hands. His face also has a long scar on right cheek. He became a nightmare for me, I got scared when ever... my husband speaks about him. After that incident, I use to send lunch with my husband not telling him any story by just saying him that I can’t get lunch as I have some leg pain. Nabisa was not able to eat food and yelled at me to get food at any cause to office, so I have no option but carrying lunch to him. I can’t tell him what happened. On top of all that, I don't speak many goodlies." I used the word completely wrong, and I had a little smile on my face. They all listened, and then Lu started to laugh, then Mrs. B. got it, and her husband did, too.Lu reached across the kitchen table, where this was taking place, and put her hand on my left arm. "You do just fine, kiddo." The fact that she was willing to even touch my left arm – which didn't work real good, and was much smaller and shorter than my right arm, cause I didn't. He said yes and kissed me and said I love you. I love you to baby dinner will be ready soon. He went and took a shower and dinner was ready. We ate and he fed and watered the dog. I went and took a shower. Well the next day I said I had to run into town. I left my purse in the bedroom on purpose. I stayed gone for about twenty minutes then eased in the drive. I got out quietly shut the car door and went inside. Dale wasn't in the house so I grabbed my purse and walked to the shed. I saw the. She stays silent for a few seconds before she almost hesitantly says "...More". I quickly bring the cane down on her again, she was unprepared and lets out a stifled oh! sound. "More...what?", I ask her. "More...p..please". I push down on her neck a bit, forcing her to stick her rear out a little, with a long swing that produces a dramatic swooshing noise, I bring the cane back down on her, hitting her right on top of the reddening welt from the previous blow. She cries out for real this time,.