Mimi loved Stuart so. She had since the first moment she saw him. She was at a club with friends. Ordinarily reserved, she followed an impulse and walked straight up to her future.
He took her home that night and, at the end of his glorious cock, gave her life definition. "Oh! How grown up our little girl is!" Her parents would exclaim when she announced that Stuart had given them a grandchild. Her parents adored Stuart. Such a handsome, athletic young man.
The first time he hit her he apologized profusely. They were in the car, on the way home from a club. His backhand struck like a shot, his school ring just missing her eye, cutting the flesh next to it. In the morning, neither of them could remember what provoked it. He apologized again as he handed her sunglasses to hide the damaged flesh and black eye. "You look like a movie star." She looked in the car mirror as she drove to work. "I do," she said softly. Roll out the red carpet.
The next time he hit her he didn't apologize. Just home from work, still in her silky button-down blouse and straight-cut skirt. She saw stars and felt the warm flow of blood on her upper lip. "You like it, don't you?" When she said she didn't, he told her she was a liar and hit her again.
When she came to he was sitting in his favorite chair, with his back to her, watching a Poker tourney on the television. She got up from the floor, unfastening the top three buttons of her blouse before she went to him. She kneeled between his legs. Her beautiful auburn hair hung down, hiding the bruised flesh. On the screen behind her, faces unreadable, the players continued the deal.
"I shouldn't have lied to you. You always see past it."