Chapter Seven
Hold Your Head Up
It was a short walk next door to our good friends Bob and Cindy’s house for an evening of drinks, snacks and conversation. As I went to ring the doorbell my wife, Mary, stopped me.
“She said to just come right in, John,” my wife said. “She thought they might be in the kitchen, finishing up, and didn’t want to have to stop and answer the door.”
I grabbed the doorknob instead and pushed the door open. What greeted me was a total shock. Bob was strung up in the corner, naked and Cindy was beating his ass with a cane. We both stopped and stared.
“You f*****g little piece of s**t,” Cindy screamed, wailing on Bob’s now bleeding ass with her cane. “You just couldn’t be obedient and dutiful for once, so we could have a nice normal evening with friends. You had
