Should you beat her if she deserves it?I did...more than once.

All day it'd been going back and forth...a running battle.I tried to walk away...into another room,but she kept after me,demeaning me,laughing at me...even questioning how much of a Man I was...again...and again like a ball peen hammer.

This whole thing had been going on for some time...Her attitude,her 'I'm smarter than you better than you' ,superior air,even her body language left no doubt of her opinion.I remember looking out the living room window at the storm that blocked my escape from her scathing remarks...she was passionate about my 'inadequacies' ,her smile confirmed it.

I felt a defiance rising in me that I'd never felt towards her before.Gradually my mind began to entertain the Idea that I was capable of beating her.I had never considered that as a part of my makeup.....Only hardcore's did that,not nice guys like me...

I became very aware of the time for some reason.Why,I don't know,but it was important.Dusk came and went...darkness descended...and with it,the Idea of just letting go and using everything I'd learned in the Corps on her.I started rationalising and justifying how badly I wanted to beat her.My 'nice guy' side began to fade as the warrior emerged,taking control, until finally,Mr nice guy went by by.

I had no qualms and no restraints now.Beating her was in complete control of my thinking...and That,is when I realised I was pounding my fist into my hand with a slap...Slap...Slap...It felt good...it felt real good...she deserved to be beaten.She was asking for it,and I knew she'd be a better woman if I did it.And I loved her enough that I was willing to go the extra mile for her.Those were just a few of the thoughts that sprinted through my mind and had control of me when I finally turned on her.

"Enough...I'm gonna beat the...".I went after her,amazed at how even then she continued to Beret me with her snide remarks."Your not man enough,your not quick enough,your not going to cross that line"!That was the final straw.

I Pounced,catching her at the couch...I don't really remember the details,but I know it took some time,and I enjoyed every minute of it...The freaky looks she gave me,the gasps when I hit hard,and the look of her pain...ya-and her fear.She finally understood that I was man enough to take her,I was man enough to dominate her,and I was man enough to beat her.Yes,I beat her...badly.

The best part though,was seeing the disgust on that exotic face of hers as she threw her gaming controller on the Floor...God what a beautiful women I've got...Yep,all those nights spent playing video games in the barracks finally payed off.I beat her three out of three on that freaking Video Game,and that ain't bad considering I've never Beaten her before.

Hold On!...your not thinking I actually Beat her,Are you?Why,I would never do...I mean...I Love the girl!How could you even get that idea?Well,tsk tsk tsk on you for even considering the possibility that I would...Well,huh...that hurts...

OK,hurts over and you'll be happy to hear she did get her payback.She straightened up,brightened up,and smiled suddenly.I shivered just a little as I saw a hint of the predator return to her eyes...As she was leaving the room[I could feel her powers returning and honing in on me],she turned at the bedroom door and shot me her innocent little girl look[which usually results in either fear or hornyness on my part]and said,"OK wise guy,you won the dumb ass video game and your the big man on campus now.Your also the only man on this campus because school is Out!...I hope that keeps you warm while your sleeping on the couch tonight"!

So,poor me,here I lay,on this dumb ass couch,with this dumb ass lap top...bending your ear.

...(Now I understand why,when I became interested in girls,my father recommended I neuter myself to save me from the pain of relationships)...> Snip <...hedge trimmers

In conclusion,and in the flavor of William Shakespeare,from a man who's never read any of Willy's work,I'd like to leave you with these/this prose:

Oh love,where for art thou...art thou in the other room with my honey?...if thou art in the other room,why-est wilt thou not return to prick my heart with thine self.Alas oh love,does thine pricker not work??Cause,I could really useth a big Prick.Perhaps the fair maiden in the other room would swoon if she too were pricked.I shall tip toe to her chambers and offer to prick the damsel....But as always,I fear she would turn me down... ...I'm getting a little teary eyed,better end it here.

BTW:Ya know,I remember some more sage advise my father gave me at my wedding,"Son,when it comes to women,you can be right,or you can be happy.Take your prick...I mean Pick".Sometimes,I take my dad's advise and sometimes I don't[see above neutering advise].I can tell you this for sure though.From now on,I'm gonna let my baby beat me at everything...cause I enjoy being happy...and I hate this sleeping alone crap!

For misery my friends,Cherchez La Femme,eh mona me?...Se si bon,se si bon...

...feed your head...and your love...