Trading Insults (for Pixilicious and myself)
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				Title: <strong>Trading Insults (for Pixilicious and myself)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>That One Guy</strong> on <strong>30-03-2011, 03:01:15</strong>
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				He was furious as he poured his intoxicated wife into the SUV. Hell, he wished she were actually wasted, and not just to that stupid, giggly stage. Maybe then the fact she had just been flirting with his boss wouldn't seem so bad.<br><br>Alexander Roberts got in, made sure she was buckled up, and drove off. He didn't want to talk to her, didn't want to look at her. She was still giggling! He sure as hell didn't want to hear her! And this wasn't the first time. Not even the second. But the third time in their two and a half year marriage that she'd embarrassed him like this at a work party. Three times in as many years!<br><br>Kate had always been a flirt, well before they had ever met he gathered. But usually it was innocent, fun, and playful. But the bitch just could not hold her liquor. He'd warned her, several times that night, to slow down on the wine. She didn't. then she hit on his boss, right in front of his wife....and the rest of his co-workers. Alexander had managed to pull her off, and gather her purse and shawl before the bosses wife head exploded. A close call , he as sure judging from the shades of red her face had turned.<br><br>This was getting completely out of hand. The first time he talked to her about this, the next morning, like rational adults.&nbsp; Last time he yelled...a lot. He had no idea what the fuck to do this time. So he tried to focus on the rode, to drive, and take his aggression out by cutting cars off, speeding to be far, far from his bosses house.<br><br>He stepped out of the large vehicle, an easy task fro him at six foot. he went around to help his much smaller wife out, as he always did; though this time he didn't feel very gentlemanly. He felt pissed, annoyed, and an few other things he didn't care to quantify.&nbsp; He led the teetering blond to the front door, unlocked it and ushered her inside.<br><br>Locking the door behind them, Alex brushed right past her, and went to the bar he had in the den; immediately pouring himself a bourbon. He downed that, and poured another. Only then did he feel calm enough to speak to her. "Again Kate. Again. What the fuck?! We're not in high school here, this is my job! What if I were to embarrass you like that? Do you know what it's like to be humiliated?!"<br><br>And then it clicked. A plan. He knew exactly what to do. She'd told him all about her little experience in college. How humiliating, and degrading it was. He poured another drink, and left the den, looking for her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trading Insults (for Pixilicious and myself)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>30-03-2011, 03:35:37</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Whatever buzz Kate had been feeling from the drinks she had at her husband's company party had faded completely.&nbsp; "I...embarrassed you?" KateLynne asked, her voice soft, controlled and disbelieving as she took in her husband's words.&nbsp; Her husband didn't have to look far to find her.&nbsp; She was halfway down the stairs into the den, wanting to find him after hearing his words. "I was an embarrassment to you?"&nbsp; Never before had she been told such words.&nbsp; Now that she had been, she was having trouble comprehending them.&nbsp; What was more, she was having trouble getting her mind around the fact that those words had come from her husband's mouth.&nbsp; "I can't believe you just said that to me," she said softly.&nbsp; She shook her head and folded her hands in her lap, looking at them carefully.<br><br>She didn't see what the big deal was.&nbsp; Kate was having some fun.&nbsp; Harmless fun.&nbsp; She didn't think that some light flirting with another man, one who was clearly married would've gotten her husband as riled up as it did.&nbsp; Apparently, she was wrong.&nbsp; Sometimes, she wished that Alex would come with an instruction manual for his fucking moods.&nbsp; They had been getting more and more unpredictable as of lately, at least from her standpoint.<br><br>She knew that eventually they were going to have a big fight about this, but tonight, she wasn't going to indulge him in fighting.&nbsp; She wasn't even going to take notice of his presence until he realized what he had said, and the implications in which those words produced onto her character.&nbsp; "Perhaps next time, if I am such an embarrassment to you, I won't make an effort to accompany you out," she said.&nbsp; "I'll just stay cooped up in the house all the time," she told him.&nbsp; "Not that it would actually bother you," she scoffed.&nbsp; "You'd be free of my oh-so-embarrassing antics then."&nbsp; Kate hadn't realized that she was that upset over Alex's spoken words until that moment when the words just seemed to flow from her mouth.<br><br>She quieted down then, knowing that it was only a matter of a few minutes before she would be back in the bedroom, getting ready for her night.&nbsp; She knew that she would be sleeping in the guest bedroom tonight.&nbsp; That was just as well.&nbsp; She would be sure to get her rest tonight, and she was sure to not interrupt his.&nbsp; What she wanted right now was a hot shower, something that would help her relax.&nbsp; Then she would relax in the air-conditioned guest bedroom until she fell asleep.&nbsp; Or, perhaps she would take her car and head off to her mother for the night.&nbsp; Either option worked well for her, as long as she wasn't faced with Alex's attitude all night.<br><br>"Excuse me," she said quietly.&nbsp; "I can't deal with this right now.&nbsp; I'm going to take a shower and head to bed."&nbsp; With those last words, she turned on her heel, starting to walk out of the room.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trading Insults (for Pixilicious and myself)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>That One Guy</strong> on <strong>30-03-2011, 22:59:58</strong>
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				She just didn't get it. It wasn't harmless, she always crossed the line. Fuck, she raced across it not knowing a line existed. But she plainly, clearly, without doubt missed the times he'd talked to her about this before. Nothing had sunk in. This time, she'd fucking listen - the message would be received.<br><br>Alex stormed after her, infuriated she'd turned her back on him. Trying to pin this on him, trying to ignore it. Ignore him. Just like she had the last two times. Not again. By the time he reached her, he grabbed hold of her arm, and spun Kate back around to face him. "Don't you ever walk away from me. And don't play like this is my fault!" To his right was the dining room table, a more fancy bit of furniture that seldom saw use. It would see some tonight.<br><br>He jerked her over to the table and pushed her over it. "You wanna know what it's like? I think you should be embarrassed for once." With one arm he pressed against her back, pinning her to the table, with the other he lifted her dress, pushing it over her hips. He admired that exposed ass for a moment, while holding her down.<br><br>She'd said, long ago, the most embarrassing thing she'd ever been through was being spanked by her sorority sisters. said she felt humiliated, and almost left the sorority. He hoped it still had the same effect. Something she'd remember. he continued, and yanked her pants down out of the way. From there is was a mere second before the first strike landed on her ass.<br><br>Many followed. He swatted away, letting his anger and frustration out, though never enough to actually cause damage. Her ass was red as hell though, and his hand stung. He backed off, letting her up, but still cussing up a storm, "How's that? Feel good? Maybe we should do that in front of your co-workers! That would be fucking fun, wouldn't it? Do you get it now?! Are you listening?! Stop getting drunk and flirting with my co-workers! You're not in school anymore, it's not cute, and their wife's get pissed! I have to hear, and deal with it back at the office. I've probably missed a promotion because of that shit last Christmas!"<br><br>He paced around the same 10 feet, ranting, gesturing, seething in rage. "Dammit Kate, I don't ask a lot, just that you watch yourself at these damn parties. You wanna flirt and drink, we'll go to a fucking club. But fuck, a little respect for shit that concerns my job." His voice had softened, and he sat down on the second stair. He had no idea what to do now and his grand idea of spanking her didn't seem as bright. He did hope he drove the point home tough. He hoped she'd listen. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trading Insults (for Pixilicious and myself)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 00:07:21</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Kate's cheeks were wet with the tears that had now started to fall from her eyes.&nbsp; She barely had any time to react before Alex had started his assault on her.&nbsp; She couldn't dignify what he did with a response.&nbsp; He didn't deserve any.&nbsp; She didn't quite know what to do about what had gone down.&nbsp; She had never had a man put his hands on her, and in her opinion, Alex had crossed a line tonight that he should never have crossed with her.<br><br>"Fuck you," she said softly, looking at him.&nbsp; She turned and stepped around him, making her way to the bathroom.&nbsp; He was blocking the stairs, so that she couldn't get back to their bedroom.&nbsp; Doing what he did tonight put her in a place that she didn't want to be in.&nbsp; She had been in that same spot when she had been in a sorority during college.&nbsp; Alex knew that.&nbsp; Yet, he chose to use that against her.&nbsp; The one vulnerable spot that she had, even after he knew that the experience was quite traumatizing for her.<br><br>Going in, she closed the door behind her, locking it.&nbsp; Turning on the water in the sink, she leaned against the door, letting her tears come in full force, cooling her heated, embarrassed face.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trading Insults (for Pixilicious and myself)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>That One Guy</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 23:15:03</strong>
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				<br><br>Yeah, he was certain he'd fucked up pretty hard. Still, he wondered if the message was received. He'd not find out tonight, that was for sure. Not with her locked in the bathroom. Alex signed and stood up, making his way upstairs to change.<br><br>He didn't stay long, never did on nights they fought. If she wasn't going to be by his side, he didn't want to be in the big bed at all. So, in boxers and a T-shirt, he went back down, and gently knocked on the bathroom door.<br><br>"Hey babe. Sorry about that. I'm gonna go ahead and take the couch." A long pause...he had no idea what to say. "I love you Kate," he offered after the terrible silence, then sought out the couch.<br><br>Not the first fight they'd ever had, but first one he had basically deliberately provoked. He still felt he'd needed to DO something to make his point heard....but this might not have been the right method. Damn hindsight. He settled in on the couch, pulling the blanket she kept over the back of it around him. He should have grabbed a pillow, but wasn't about to move now. Now was the time to become as small and inconspicuous a target as possible.<br><br>It wasn't like Alex was going to get much sleep either. He lay there, listening for her to come out. Hoping she might come in to talk. Fat chance of that...he'd certainly not be holding his breath for that reaction; but a guy could hope.<br><br>The longer he lay there the more worried he got. What if he'd gone too far and this might actually hurt their marraige? Would she leave him over this? He kicked the blanket off, anger at himself and the situation making it far too warm to need covers. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trading Insults (for Pixilicious and myself)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>01-04-2011, 02:40:03</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Kate stayed in the bathroom for over an hour.&nbsp; She was sure that with the water running in there for as long as she had it running, the water bill would be sky high right about now.&nbsp; Still, she didn't care.&nbsp; She was letting herself feel all the things that Alexander had inflicted onto her body tonight, and she was not having an easy time of dealing with it.&nbsp; She had no idea what possessed him to do this, and she didn't want to know.&nbsp; What she did know, was that the man that she had encountered tonight was not the man that she had married.&nbsp; It was obvious that Alex had changed and not for the better.<br><br>She turned and got up from where she was sprawled against the edge of the tub.&nbsp; She splashed some water on her face, and turned off the sink.&nbsp; She opened the door, listening cautiously for any sounds that would alert her to Alex's presence in the house.&nbsp; She wanted to get back into the guest bedroom as quickly as possible and she wanted to do so without a run in with Alex.<br><br>Kate stepped out of the bathroom, closing the door as quietly as she could manage behind her.&nbsp; She knew that she had nothing to say to Alex, and she wouldn't even bother.&nbsp; She couldn't trust herself to not break down emotionally in front of him now, after what had happened.&nbsp; Cautiously, she walked down the hallway, and felt her way along the wall.&nbsp; She didn't want to draw any kind of attention to herself, at least no more than was necessary.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trading Insults (for Pixilicious and myself)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>That One Guy</strong> on <strong>01-04-2011, 23:05:55</strong>
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				He'd heard her exit the bathroom...and practically tip toe back to the guest room. To him that was worse then her storming out and throwing things. He knew she'd not come to him...but knowing didn't make it hurt any less.<br><br>Sleep, as no might normally call it, never came. He's nodded off for a bit, here and there, but never fully slept. he waited, listening for her to come out of the&nbsp; guest bedroom. She never did. At nine in the morning Alex got up, totally not rested, and started making coffee, followed by breakfast. Alex was hoping the smells of good drink and food might entice her to come out and talk.<br><br>He really didn't want to resort to bringing breakfast in bed. That would be crawling back to her a little too much for his tastes, given the situation. But, if it was required to keep her, he knew he would. Despite what happened, how angry she's made him, he still loved Kate very much. If only the woman would actually listen to him! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trading Insults (for Pixilicious and myself)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>02-04-2011, 15:15:17</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Kate woke the next morning and reached for her Blackberry to see what time it was.&nbsp; She rubbed her eyes, sitting up on the bed.&nbsp; She blinked a couple of times, realizing that she was not in her bed.&nbsp; Then, it came back to her and she realized why she wasn't in her bed.&nbsp; Alex...had...Alex had done things that to her, had crossed many, many lines last night.&nbsp; She closed her eyes, willing herself not to cry again.&nbsp; Crying would do her no good.<br><br>She pushed back the covers and listened for any sounds that were coming from the house.&nbsp; She heard none, and that was well enough.&nbsp; She didn't want to run in to Alex before she could get outside and run a few errands.&nbsp; She stepped out of the guest bedroom and walked down the hallway to the bedroom that she shared with Alex.&nbsp; Walking into her closet, she found something suitable to wear for the day and changed quickly before going to brush her teeth.<br><br>Five minutes later, she was walking down the stairs slowly, taking in the smells of coffee and breakfast.&nbsp; It seemed that Alex was home after all.&nbsp; She would have to face him before she could head out on her way.&nbsp; She sighed, knowing that this was not going to go well.&nbsp; She had nothing to say to him right now, and didn't want to risk exploding at him.&nbsp; Well, she wanted to explode at him, to let him know just how much damage he had done last night, but she knew that he wouldn't listen.&nbsp; He would feel justified in what he did.<br><br>Walking into the kitchen, she didn't say anything.&nbsp; Instead, she went to the cupboard to get a mug to fix herself her coffee.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trading Insults (for Pixilicious and myself)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>That One Guy</strong> on <strong>02-04-2011, 19:49:07</strong>
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				Alex was making breakfast still when she cam&nbsp; down the stairs. He offered a weak smile to her, though she seemed to be trying to ignore him. He watched her fetch the mug, and then fix her coffee. The silence was killing him. There was no reason to act like a damn child and give him the cold shoulder. They should be able to talk like reasonable people!<br><br>He plated up some eggs, ham, toast, and hash browns. Reaching around her, he set the plate in front of her on the counter. "You should at least eat something before you head out." He'd concluded by her attire she was leaving the house. Further avoiding him.<br><br>He backed off and made up his own plate. Taking a seat in the informal dining room, just simple round table, Alex also pulled out a chair for her - just in case. He never touched his food, but kept his eyes on her. "Can we sit down and talk Kate?" Really, that's all he wanted in life right now; for her to acknowledge him and begin to work this out. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trading Insults (for Pixilicious and myself)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>02-04-2011, 21:16:43</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Talk?&nbsp; Alex wanted to talk?&nbsp; "What is there to talk about?" she asked quietly.&nbsp; "I think you've said everything that you wanted to say last night."&nbsp; Kate had really wanted to avoid this conversation for as long as she could.&nbsp; She wasn't ready to open up that little wound from last night that had managed to scab over.&nbsp; Now, it seemed that she would really have no choice in the matter.<br><br>"I don't think that there is anything that we should talk about," she said, her voice strangely devoid of any emotion as she spoke.&nbsp; "I wouldn't want to reveal some of the most vulnerable things in my life and have you use them against me later," she said, eying the dark swirl of liquid that was her coffee as she stirred it.&nbsp; She didn't feel close to her husband right now, and doubted that she would feel close to him for a little bit of time.&nbsp; Things had been done last night, and she was still recovering from them.<br><br>He needed to understand that what he did had not only hurt her, but it left a mark on her about trusting him.&nbsp; He was her husband.&nbsp; He was supposed to love and protect her.&nbsp; Creating a re-enactment of one of the most vulnerable positions she'd ever been in during her lifetime for the benefit of punishing her wasn't what she considered protecting her.&nbsp; "But, by all means...If you can think of a suitable topic of discussion right now, please let me know."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trading Insults (for Pixilicious and myself)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>That One Guy</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 16:10:14</strong>
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				The accusation of using things against her hurt. It felt like his heart shriveled up inside. She had a point. But her calm tone was just twisting the knife, he couldn't bear it. "No. I guess not. Seems you've already decided that what's said is said, done is done. I'm extending an olive branch here Kate...I know I screwed up. Took it too far. I know, and I'm sorry."<br><br>He moved away, but looked back. She was beautiful, but the cold expression she wore frightened him. "Kate, we both had been drinking. We both made mistakes...admittedly mine was worse. But that's just drunk and angry. I....I just want you to know, and remember, I love you. That will never change."<br><br>He'd said what he needed, and figured she needed her space. he took his plate and left, heading out to the garage or 'man cave' as she had called it. He'd give her her space. He'd hide out here until she left. Alex has no idea at all what to do after that, but he knew he couldn't live long in a house where they were not speaking. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trading Insults (for Pixilicious and myself)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 02:08:42</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"I don't know where to go from here," she said quietly, as she watched his back slowly walk away.&nbsp; She knew that he was heading to the garage, the place that he always went to get his alone time.&nbsp; "What you did, wasn't right," she said softly.&nbsp; "I don't know what on Earth possessed you to do it, but it didn't work to accomplish your original goal.&nbsp; I can't stop being myself," she said quietly.&nbsp; She knew that this wasn't what he wanted to hear, but that was the way that she felt.&nbsp; He had made no show of telling her how he felt last night, and now was her turn.<br><br>"You wanted to teach me a lesson, but you didn't think about how it would affect us in the long run," she told him.&nbsp; "I just..I don't even want to go anywhere with you right now," she said.&nbsp; She wasn't saying this to hurt him, but she wanted him to know just how much damage his exercise last night did to her psyche.&nbsp; "I got drunk, you know I was flirty," she said quietly.&nbsp; "I'm not disputing that.&nbsp; But, if you're going to get upset and lash out so badly about that, then, who's to say that the next time we go out, you won't find something else that displeases you and take it out on me?"<br><br>"I can't do this again," she said quietly.&nbsp; "I won't put myself through this again, and I don't know what's going to set you off, and what's not," she told him.&nbsp; "So, the easiest way for me to solve this, is to remove myself from the situation.&nbsp; Which means, that you'd be going out alone," she finished.&nbsp; "It's not like you've never done stupid things before," she told him.&nbsp; "Everyone makes mistakes," she said with a shrug.&nbsp; "I've found a way to deal with mine."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trading Insults (for Pixilicious and myself)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>That One Guy</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 22:18:55</strong>
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				Before he could make it to the garage, she started. Apparently she could only talk to his back. He stopped, listened, and tried to make sense of her statements. She had a point...he'd not considered the full ramifications. But that was the only point he'd contest in this. She still played it off as a simple mistake. The message still had not sunk in.<br><br>Alex wanted to chuck the plate of food a the wall. He wanted to scream. But now he was teh bad guy, and the original issue was brushed aside again. Now only his error mattered. It wasn't fair, and it pissed him off. Alex was so mad, eh wasn't even hungry anymore.<br><br>He turned, walked past her, and set his plate down. It took all his control to not look at her, to walk by again, and to put his hand to the railing of the stairs. He'd meant to go up to their room, and pack&nbsp; a bag. He meant to leave, at least for a few days. But he found himself talking again.<br><br>"I made one mistake that hurt you....ONE in over two years since we've been married. You've managed to rack up three. Maybe mine was three times worse...maybe more. But don't you dare try to pretend this is a pattern. I treat you like a fucking queen. But the one thing I said bugs the shit out of me, hurts me, hurts my damn career...well, that's just a little mistake to you."<br><br>He shook his head then looked up to finally met her eyes, "Some of those jerks I work with hit their wives. Really hit them, not some bull shit spanking. I've never gone off and actually hurt you. Nor will I."<br><br>He turned and went up stairs, dressed in a hurry, and packed a bag. On his way back down, he looked at her. "Call me when you realize how good you have it. I'm not putting up with this. One drunken mistake, not three, ONE, and you paint me to be this monster you can't trust. Screw that. If you don't know better, then we have way bigger problems."<br><br>He walked away, and put his hand on the front door. So many things were going through is mind, but one seemed to stick out...never leave a fight on a sour note. It was something his mother told him. Something that had served him well in the past, but he'd be damned if he knew how to follow that advise now. He took a deep breath as he opened the door, and turned to call back to her. "Kate...I love you. I hope you call soon."<br><br>The door shut behind him, and he drove off. Alex had no idea where to.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trading Insults (for Pixilicious and myself)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 00:17:28</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Kate felt crushed as she heard Alex's outburst.&nbsp; She hadn't expected him to lash out quite so badly.&nbsp; He still didn't understand that he hurt her.&nbsp; He had physically harmed her.&nbsp; Whether he had left permanent marks or not, she had suffered at his hands.&nbsp; Those spanks that she had been given wasn't a walk in the park.&nbsp; She wasn't someone that had a high pain tolerance, nor was she someone that received pleasure from pain.<br><br>She was sure that Alex didn't understand that she had been hurt emotionally as well as physically.&nbsp; She had been brought back to the most vulnerable position that she had been in during the past five, maybe ten years of her life.&nbsp; In her mind, the fact that Alex knew about this, and the kind of vulnerable place she had been in previously, and chose to use the same methods upon her, made what he did something she couldn't easily forget.&nbsp; She could still hear his taunts in her mind, and her body shivered just thinking about it, though not from pleasure.&nbsp; Her husband should not be a person that wanted to hurt her.&nbsp; <br><br>He shouldn't be someone that wanted to make her feel vulnerable and small.&nbsp; He should not have been so willing and eager to put his hands on her in such a harsh manner.&nbsp; He should not be disregarding her feelings just because there were no physical bruises on her body.&nbsp; Alex had done this in such a random manner that she had trouble figuring out where and when he would snap at her again.&nbsp; She didn't want to put herself in that situation where she would have to face this all over again.<br><br>Then, the fact that he had walked out on her.&nbsp; She closed her eyes, blinking back the tears even as they spilled from the sides of her eyes and splashed onto her cheek.&nbsp; Well, she thought miserably...That was just one other way that her husband had shown her that he had no disregard for her.&nbsp; He walked out on her because she was hurting, rightfully so, from something she had suffered at his hands.&nbsp; Something he had chose to do, to restore his dominance, his power over her.&nbsp; She wasn't going to sit there like a little child and go crawling back to someone that did that.<br><br>Yeah, she thought to herself.&nbsp; She had it real easy.&nbsp; She had a husband that taunted and spanked her, then walked out on her.&nbsp; Not to mention that he had talked down to her, and humiliated her in their own home.&nbsp; She had it very fucking easy, indeed.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trading Insults (for Pixilicious and myself)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>That One Guy</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 20:41:43</strong>
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				He'd been in a rage when leaving, but he'd hardly got three blocks before something worse was creeping up to the forefront of his mind...that this was not going well. Still, he managed to drive the short way to a hotel, and check in. He stayed long enough to drop his bags off, and head out in search of what he told himself was breakfast.<br><br>He found a bar instead. They did server food, which he ordered after the second beer. He needed something in his gut, seeing as he was switching from beer to whiskey. Somewhere in there he'd somehow texted his brother...who was kind enough to show up later, around 2pm, and got Alex the hell out of the bar.<br><br>In his brother's truck, he tried beating his head against the back of the seat, "I'm fucking this up man. I shouldn't have walked out. I should have just took it, and bit my tongue. Fuck!" His brother didn't disagree with him. Instead got him sobered up over coffee and a burger, and dropped him off at the hotel. "Don't stay here tonight, go back home!" Sage advice.<br><br>Even knowing it was the right thing to do, he couldn't face her. Not of she thought he might do anything to her again. How could she think he'd be stupid enough to strike her again? Ever?! He had checked out, never having spent the night, and drove home...but found he couldn't get out of the car.<br><br>Alex couldn't take it if she offered just one look of fear, or worry, or mistrust. He'd been furious last night, and more so this morning - but once that anger dulled just a little, he knew it wasn't worth loosing her over. It was that worry that kept him away all day. What kept him hiding in the car in their driveway now.<br><br>Eventually, around seven, Alex drug himself inside, and shut the door behind him. He didn't enter further into the house, but just called to his wife. "Kate.....I'm here. I really need to talk baby." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trading Insults (for Pixilicious and myself)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>22-04-2011, 00:20:47</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Kate's mouth hung open a little bit as Alex walked out of their house.&nbsp; That was quite interesting.&nbsp; She couldn't believe that her husband would be so willing to walk out on her like that.&nbsp; It made her somewhat miserable.<br><br>Still a bit shaken up by the whole thing, she sighed, sinking back into the chair that was closest to her.&nbsp; She didn't feel like eating anymore, and just threw the plate out that she had fixed. As she did so, she gathered herself, steeling her emotions against anything that would crop up throughout the day.&nbsp; <br><br>It was no surprise that the he didn't come back a few hours later.&nbsp; In fact, that thought saddened her; made her chest ache.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was so willing to try away their marriage just because he wanted to teach her a lesson like she was some sort of little child.&nbsp; She had hoped that some things were to get solved this morning, but it seemed that nothing really had.<br><br>She sighed to herself, knowing that she couldn't quite do this. She couldn't bear to sit there and cower underneath him.&nbsp; Still, the way that he had acted last night made her unsure of his actions and the purpose behind his actions from here going forward.&nbsp; Kate didn't know why it was that she was now unsettled by the fact that her husband had turned into someone that she didn't know how to deal with.<br><br>Kate didn't realize that she had been sitting there for the longest time until she turned and heard the clock chiming 1pm.&nbsp; She hadn't done much today other than think about things that had happened.&nbsp; It was getting her no where.&nbsp; She could definitely see that.&nbsp; <br><br>A yawn escaped her mouth and she leaned back, getting comfortable on the couch.&nbsp; She hadn't slept much last night, and figured that right now would be the best time to get caught up.&nbsp; She would worry about dinner and eating when she woke up, if she felt like eating today.&nbsp; Somehow, she didn't think she could stomach anything at this point if she tried.<br><br>When Kate woke a few hours later, she noted that she didn't feel any more rested than she had when she had gone to bed.&nbsp; She groaned, trying to think of a way that made herself cope with what had gone down.&nbsp; In the pit of her stomach, she had the sinking feeling that her marriage was going to slowly fall apart.&nbsp; This was the beginning, she convinced herself, thinking that Alex would slowly expect her to change her ways for him.&nbsp; She found herself tearing up once more, and swore that she was being overly sensitive and dramatic.&nbsp; However, what are you supposed to act like when your husband decides to beat you and then walk out on you when you tell him that you don't like it?&nbsp; Her heart was closing in on her, and she didn't like it one bit.<br><br>Trudging into the kitchen, she flipped on the light, wanting to eat something, but not wanting to expend the energy to actually prepare the food.&nbsp; Settling on something quick, which consisted of pasta and sauce, she set to work letting it cook.&nbsp; Kate had gotten everything plated when she heard the front door open.&nbsp; She paused in her actions, glancing towards the front of the house.&nbsp; She could see clearly to the front door, and wondered if that was a good or bad thing.<br><br>Placing her plate down on the counter, she approached the entryway to the kitchen cautiously.&nbsp; She didn't know what to expect and what kind of mood he'd be i&nbsp; when he got home.&nbsp; She wasn't going to take any chances.&nbsp; "You walked out," she said simply, keeping her eyes on the floor as she felt his presence in front of her.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trading Insults (for Pixilicious and myself)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>That One Guy</strong> on <strong>22-04-2011, 01:57:19</strong>
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				Her simple statement cut like a knife. He couldn't deny it, and didn't try. "I know...I'm sorry." Alex took a deep breath, I fucked up. I know. I've been worried about ti all day...been too worried to come home and face it."<br><br>He took one cautious step closer to her. "Did a lot of thinking today." He didn't mention the drinking. "What hurt the most was thinking you didn't trust me anymore. Baby...I wasn't thinking, I was mad. It's never happened before...it won't again. Flirt with anyone you want, drink and have fun all you want...none of this is worth loosing you over."<br><br>There, he'd said it. He put out in the open what he was really, truly scared of...and took another step closer. "Kate, I don't know what to do to make it up to you. I don't know what to say. You're the best thing that's ever happened in my life. It makes me sick that I hurt you." He meant it, his blue eyes pleaded with her just as honestly as his words.<br><br>He'd crossed half the distance to her, and stood there, waiting. He felt he must know what a man before the firing squad must feel like. "Kate, I love you. Let me make it up to you." Please, just don't shut me out..."
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