It wasn't enough that we could see the bruises and hear the way he treated her the rest of the time. He wanted her exposed, to his sons and to me, as ...the lowly slut he told her she was. It was part of being a man, he'd tell the boys, to "put a bitch in her place," and he lived by example.I used to hide in the basement and bury my ears. The boys, though, were all bigger than me and they liked the show. They thought it was fun to make me listen. At first they'd just pin me down or hold me in. Tom had set an early alarm. As we sat and enjoyed breakfast together, he brought me up to date with work. I have always taken an interest in the job he did, and always made sure I was there to listen to ideas and grumbles whenever they arose, particularly if he needed to just vent. I was genuinely concerned that this round of talks had not gone well, but when he told me that he had to go to Rome, I found it hard not to cry out with joy. I would have a whole day alone. A whole day to do whatever. "Coherent? Huh... I think that's the closest thing to a compliment that I've ever gotten from you."Oops, I misspoke. What I meant to say was: Go fuck yourself."That's better."So, what are we doing here?"More Master PC stuff, only with shorter segments, along with the ability to branch off in a different direction on the very probable chance of us getting bored and cutting our losses at a specific part in one of these stories in order to take another route."I've said it once, and I'll say it. ” I nodded at Greg as he gave me ahalf-hearted greeting. “Well, hope you enjoy the movie,” Greg said and started tomove away. I purposely let my hand slip from Karen’s waist to herjust under her arm, you know, right beside her breast, and pulledher closer to me, at the same time slightly rubbing her leftbreast, just like I would any of my girlfriends. “We will,” I said and then bent my head to kiss Karen. Sheoffered no resistance and my tongue probed between.