Rose To Rachel: You Cry

"we Were The Pair. One Too Afraid To Feel Anything Lest She Lose Control Of Her Ironclad Hold On Her Emotions, And The Other So Hungry To Feel Anything That She´d Risk Her Free Will For One Night Of Fun.".

Married Pixy, I Told Myself, Forcing My Eyes Back To The Shelf Of Ceramic Animals. Fifty-four Kids. Beautiful Wife, Sweet As Sugar, Who Would Kill Me In My Sleep While Apologizing For It.

What Was It With Me And Organized Beatings, Anyway?

Inside Junior's It Was Peaceful. I Can Change That, I Thought Dryly.

You Bet Your Grannie's Panties I Will.