My wife, Lori, the very dangerous kickboxer




I was given permission to write about my relationship with my wife after
convincing her that others would be interested about our love story and can
learn from it.

I met Lori from a neighbor who was having a late summer party 4-years ago here
in California. I was 25 years old and Lori was 44 years old. The reason why
Chrissy wanted us to meet was because Lori has three daughters and the thought
was if Lori approved of me she would connect me with one of them. For a quick
background about me, I am 6'1 185 lbs very athletic dark curly hair and by
everyones assessment I am handsome , love all sports and play most of them , I
lift weights and run and am in great shape. I played college baseball and
tennis in a D-3 level. I have my MBA and own 4 franchises here in Cali. I am
very self confident and have always dated spectacular women. When I saw Lori
for the first time I was stunned at her beauty. As a school principal at the
time she came to the party wearing a blue pant suit outfit since she was
coming from work, she is 5'6, skinny or at least I thought so at first, a
great smile, looking MUCH younger than I imagined and short cut blonde hair.
The attraction by me at least was automatic, this woman is super attractive
and hot. Once the introduction was made we shook hands and I noticed she had a
very strong handshake as some women do nowadays. We sat in the corner and we
spoke although it was more like a job interview as she screened me for her
daughters. I thought it was kind of funny. As we spoke I became even more
infatuated with her beauty, she smelled amazing, her eyes were bright, her
smile was brighter and just overall very pretty and bright. Then I began to
notice, through her pant suit, this bulge of biceps that danced in her arms in
different positions. Now I am not the kind of guy who likes big muscles on
women but the whole combination of "her" was incredibly hot. After she asked
me a million questions it was my time to probe. What I learned was that she is
twice divorced, getting married at 19 and divorced at 21 and then again at 28
and divorced 14years later. She also was a professional kickboxer for 4 years
compiling a record of 23-5 with 17 knockouts and has competed in a variety of
"private matches" whatever that meant and competes in both bodybuilding and
fitness contests when she can. She saw the look on my face when I was hearing
these things and asked me if I was alright. I laughed and said, very
impressive and rather intimidating I have to say. Her comment was a huge
smile, a nod of her head and then said yes I get that a lot. She continued, I
dress to cover up my muscles at work and keep it on the down low, especially
my kickboxing. Then she stared deep into my eyes and said, she is very very
very protective of her daughters, sending me a message I clearly understood.
We spoke for almost TWO hours really getting to know one another. But I knew
one thing for sure, it was not her daughters I gave a damn about it was her.
The attraction was strong and I know she felt something. First time in my life
I had feelings like that. Anyway, we parted a bit later and we exchanged cell
#'s to speak later on/

I could not get her out of my head for weeks and I decided to go to Chrissy to
see what was going on. Chrissy told me that she was competing in some
kickboxing matches locally and was getting ready to retire from the school
system and they have not spoken much but she did say that Lori thought I was a
cute young man and would contact me soon. I really could not wait and called
Lori 4x and left voicemails. Another 2 weeks went by and finally she called
back. She was polite and mature and professional and suggested we meet one
more time at a local hotel bar, a very nice one, and we can go for dinner
before she decides which daughter would make the most sense. Thinking to
myself, screw her daughters I was infatuated with her. I got to the bar about
20 minutes early and had a drink in anxious expectation of seeing her again.
She walked in wearing once again a pant suit coming from work but looked
spectacularly beautiful. She gave me a hug and she smelled so damn good and
kissed me on my cheek. I stared right into her eyes as she spoke to me about
her pending retirement plans and some other small talk. I also noticed what I
thought was some swelling under her left eye so I said something. She smiled
and said , you should have seen the other guy, and laughed. What did that mean
I said. She leaned in and said, I know Chrissy told you that I was competing
in some matches so don't play dumb with me or I will hurt you. I kinda jumped
back and said , WHAT? She took a sip pf her drink and said, you heard me young
man. Hmmm,, OK I heard you I said but I was still taken aback by your comment
I said. OK OK she said let's have some dinner, on me. No no I said on me. She
just shook her head and muttered something I did not hear. During dinner her
muscles were evident thru the jacket and her beauty was intoxicating, her
intelligence was a welcome reprieve from some of the air heads I date and all
in all I was in love with this woman who was old enough to be my mother which
is gross to think about. Then she stood up and took off her jacket and
revealed a light blue tanktop that showed off the best body I was ever this
close to. I had to say something and I did. I said, your body is spectacular
and sexy and amazing. She smiled and said thank you and said, you are a cute
young man. Then some awkward silence. She had an extremely defined body with
much bigger breasts than thought since she was always wearing that jacket I
really could not tell. Seriously, it was breathtaking how hard she worked to
get a body that was so defined, in a classy not over the top way. So, I said,
I hear you were a professional kickboxer back in the day and she said yes I
was probably when you were in grade school and laughed as it was actually true
I found out. And I still fight on special occasions and compete in strength
events too. I was out of my mind with questions and totally engulfed in her
beauty. I am not a muscle loving guy or a guy who likes female fighters or
know anything about such things but I do know "that feeling" of infatuation
and love and I was all over it. She was engaging, flirtatious, bright and sexy
as hell. She asked me a lot of questions about me as she was still trying to
match me with one of her daughters. She showed me pictures of all three and
all three were attractive for sure but it was her I was interested in. After
dinner we went to the bar and did 3 shots which I was surprised she offered to
do with me and then I had to tell her the truth. I came right out and said it
that I had ZERO interest in her daughters and it was her I was interested in.
She laughed out loud at first but I could see in her eyes the truth, that she
too was attracted to me.

We had a great conversation and she disappeared for a good 15 minutes to
supposedly go to the bathroom. When she came back I asked if she was OK since
she was gone a long time. She grabbed my hand and we started walking in
silence. Next thing I know we are in an elevator and she grabs me and starts
kissing me and we get out on the 5th floor with a room key in her hand.
Apparently she did not go to the bathroom but instead got us a room. All I can
say is taking off her top and staring at the most awesome body ever was a
treat. Her large breasts, which I did not think were going to be that big, a
SOLID C cup, were firm with muscles underneath and she did that bounce thing
with them which was sexy, her body was defined with muscles but not overdone,
her legs were toned and sexy and I felt like a wimp next to her which I am NOT
and never was. She took total control and made love to me with a power and
force that I never experienced. She talked sweetly but the power in her body
said something else. We made love 2x before I fell asleep in her arms on her
breasts as she rubbed my head. It was amazing. It was clear that she was more
experienced in bed thanme and a woman who likes to take control.

Our relationship blossomed into a love affair over the subsequent months and
it was clear that it would be US together and not me and any of her wonderful
daughters. Yes, there were and are differences between us because of our age
difference, sometimes significant but mostly not. And then there arthe vast
physical differences. We are both athletes, both with good bodies, both
healthy eaters but there are some GLARING differences from the getgo. She was
a professional kickboxer, and is still a fighter to this very day, she is
amazingly strong for her size and frankly stronger than me not only pound for
pound but outright and that was not easy to accept and led to a few conflicts.
We went to her gym a few times and it was sobering. She benched and curled
more reps than I could with the SAME weight and frankly outbenched me too. Her
core was out of this world and I could not come close to competing with her in
that. She is an occasional cigarette smoker and that led and still does to
some battles and lastly her muscles. Again, not my thing on women and hers are
significant and she loves it. Now that she is retired from the school system
she is a full time gym rat and fighter and I am not. I respect what she has
accomplished as she has 2 rooms filled with trophy's from her professional and
amateur fighting days. Our first "episode" of her fighting skills and our
relationship happened 8 month's to the day we first met.. Whew, so here we go
... ..

She was participating in a kickboxing tournament about 4 hours from my house,
where she moved into at this point although not officially yet. I have never
seen her fight live but did on some old video's she had. It was mind boggling
to say the VERY least. When she told me she was fighting she told me, not
asked me, that I was coming. This was a theme of ours at the beginning, her
sometimes dominance. In the bedroom it came out pretty quick in many different
ways from aggression to always wanting to be on top to giving me implicit
directions on what to do and when to do it. I was generally OK with it all,
generally. In other ways it was always her determining the weekend events,
what I should wear, etc. She also liked when I got her dressed which I did a
lot. Anyway, we got a hotel room for the 2 days before and 2 days afterwards
and made it a vacation. She was always upbeat in her personality and leading
up to the fight even moreso. Sexually super aggressive and a little more
dominant 24 hours a day and that was getting under my skin. Things like
ordering dinner for me at restaurants, telling me what to wear and even
telling me who to hire and fire at times for my business. She also was
becoming physically intimidating which I was not very uncomfortable with.
Doing things like pushing me out of the way, doing a lot of flexing her
muscles and making me feel them ALL the time and some other things I will get
into later. We arm wrestled a lot and a few times in public and each and every
time she beat me. The few times we did it in public, 2x at dinner and once
infront of 3 of her friends was rather embarrassing, especially since she was
not the best and most gracious winner. Meaning, she would rub it in when she
beat me, often calling me , in her opinion, playful names, like wimpy and
goofing on me in front of them. I hated that and told her that afterwards but
she would just laugh it off and tell me to grow up. Like I said, I was in love
with her soul, her beauty, her intelligence and not her muscles. It was SHE
who was in love with her muscles!! Look, I loved and adored and was turned on
by her body, no doubt, just not a muscle lover that's all. Her smoking
bothered me too. She did not do a lot, usually when drinking a lot, which she
did, and I hated that too. One time at my house she disappeared into the yard
for a while and when I came out she just finished a cigarette and I told her
she smelled horrible. This was the first time she hit me! She threw two
lightning fast punches into my abs that dropped me to the floor in a second
and in a lot of pain. I was furious but there should stood yelling at me about
the "insult", and we agreed to disagree for the moment but I was bothered
about being hit like that and I tried to ignore it. I maybe should have been a
little more discreet in my comment but no way she should have hit me and I
would never dare hit her back for the fear of seriously getting hurt. The
physical difference between us was that great. She washed up and brushed her
teeth and came out of the bathroom and apologized and we spoke about it for a
while. That followed with a spectacular blowjob, I have to say, and as always
with her I came in no time which she would goof on me about.

Back to the fight, so it was fight night and she was scheduled to fight in the
2nd fight VS some 27 year old woman. It was my first time at a live fight.
About 300 people, a lot of minorities, a lot of screaming and all of that.
When it was her time to fight she came out wearing all red from gloves to robe
to shorts and sports bra- she did look amazing and I was proud to be her
boyfriend. Her opponent was taller and also attractive and lean and of course
a lot younger. None of this gave me a good feeling plus I did not want anyone
to hit her. Yeah, I know that sounded dumb but it was true. When the bell rang
my heart sunk as they approached each other. From the beginning my beautiful
girlfriend was the aggressor kicking this lady all over her legs and body and
unleashing the fastest few minutes of violence I ever saw. Hearing the sound
of those kicks and the sound of the punches was pretty neat and watching both
fighters was interesting like it was a chess match of power. She was winning
with ease even though she ate a few good head shots herself. By the time the
first round ended her opponent was limping back to her corner with welts on
her legs and a bloody nose. It was AMAZING to see. When the bell rang for
round 2 everyone was on their feet screaming including me. I never witnessed
or was so invested in a sporting event. In this round she kicked less and
punched more and dropped her opponent on her ass but everything was going so
fast I could barely keep up with the kind of punches she was throwing. When
she got up it was a one sided punch fest. Eventually it ended up in the corner
near where I was sitting and one right hook later not only was I sprayed with
her opponents blood, which was surreal for me, but she knocked out the young
lady too just as the ref was walking in to stop the carnage. I mean the whole
thing went 1,000 miles an hour for me but in any case I was proud and happy
for her and generally elated. Seeing her prance around the ring with her hands
raised and winking at me as her opponent was lying motionless on her back was
some scene. Little did I know everything was about to change for me, for us. I
never saw anything like it plus seeing someone knocked out live was really
cool.

A bunch of us waited for more than an hour for Lori to shower and clean up and
head over to the hotel restaurant to celebrate. The promoters of the fight
provided her with a beautiful suite and all arrangements were made. I of
course tagged along as Lori's boyfriend. Everyone was congratulating her
knocking out, with certainty, this younger accomplished opponent. Lori was on
fire like I never saw her. Animated, posing for pictures by doing all of these
muscle poses, wearing a rather sexy and seductive top and tight jeans with
heals. She glowed with confidence and sensuality in every way. She put her
hands around my neck and kissed me long and hard in front of everyone, which I
have to admit was a little over the top for me as I am pretty low profile. In
any event, we all ate and drank a lot and spent 3 hours doing so and I knew
Lori had to be tired so we all called it a night. The bill was paid for by the
promoter too. I grabbed her hand and headed towards the elevator towards the
room we shared and looked forward to making love to my beautiful, muscular and
sexy girlfriend. I was going to massage her with this special oil I bought and
take care of everything. I ordered champagne and chocolates to the room to
pamper her as she trained hard and long to beat the crap out of this younger
opponent.

As soon as we got in the room, my rather drunk girlfriend became VERY VERY
aggressive. To the point I was uncomfortable. As soon as we got in the room
she grabbed me by my shirt and literally threw me against the wall and started
kissing me VERY hard- too hard and then ripped open my shirt as I watched all
the buttons fly off. I was trying to push her off and calm down but I could
not mover her. Look, here is the deal- straight forward OK? She benched 160,
can one arm curl 30lbs forever, can do pushups and pullups also forvever and
can fight 10 rounds or 15 I bet without getting tired. SHE IS STRONGER THAN
ME- period!!! Not just pound for pound but straight up stronger, not to
mention her core is just amazing. She knows it, I know it and have been made
to admit it to her 100 times which I have since it is the truth. Now I am in a
position, maybe because she is drunk, maybe the adrenalin because she won in
such a spectacular fashion, I don't know, but I do know I was in a strange
place. So I was trying to push her off me a little and talk but she was not
having any of it and then she grabbed my hands and pinned me against the wall
telling me I was weak and that she owned me and that was going to fuck me all
night long so I better be ready and then it got worse. She released my hands
and stepped back a few inches and put her hands on her hips and almost
delighted in looking at her chest and body and smacked me across my face so
hard that my body moved like 5 feet crashing into the door. I was shocked and
shocked for several reasons. First I was never struck in my face by anyone and
two her power was scary and third my face felt like it was on fire as I
grabbed it. I was pissed, scared, confused and asked her what the hell the
problem is? She looked at me with the fire of aggression in her eyes, yanked
off her top and did a double bicep pose and held it there as her arms shook as
she squeezed them hard and said, I am going to dominate you and fuck you
harder and longer than any woman has ever fucked you young man. I shook my
head in disbelief as to what was going on. She walked towards me and bare
chest to bare chest she took off my jeans as she was still wearing hers and
grabbed my totally erect cock and said, do NOT fuck with me now as I will beat
the living crap out of you, understood? I nodded yes. And she led me over to
the bed and told me to lie down, she tied my hands to the bed with two of my
own t-shirts as I laid there in fear as she took off her pants, began to strut
around the hotel room playing with her nipples and came over and sat on my
cock faster than anything I ever experienced or wanted to experience. She
moaned and grunted when she did and put her hands on mine and leaned over and
kissed me WAY to hard, like unenjoyably hard and then straightened back up and
rode me for 25 minutes and told me SEVERAL times that if I came before her she
would break my jaw!!!! This was not fun at all. She spoke about her power, her
muscles and fighting availability the whole time like in her own world, she
talked about how much fun she had beating that "young thing" and knocking her
shit out and how great she was. She would ride me and then stop and talk about
herself For me it was like an outer body experience- I was so clearly being
used it was unsettling. Finally, she screamed to me (or to someone) to cum and
we both did together but she was pouncing on me so hard it was hurting!! WHEN
SHE WAS FINALLY DONE she kissed me for a good five minutes and untied me and
told me to kiss her arms and other places and again, I was intimidated and not
liking this kind of aggression. Knowing she is stronger and of course a better
fighter did not help matters. She finally got off of me and opened the
champagne and spilled some on her breasts and told me to come over and suck
them and when I did not move fast enough she gave me a look to kill and cocked
her fist back that made me yell "NO!!!!!" and she just laughed and grabbed me
by my hair and made me do it. The rest of the night was similar with one more
screwing session and I ate her out two times until we both fell asleep. All in
all an unhealthy and unpleasant situation for me.

She did an off handed apology the next morning and by this time was acting as
nice as possible to me. But I was not having any of it and broke it off with
her the next day on the phone and she just said fine and hung up. Now fast
forward 3 months and I meet up with her again by chance at a Starbucks when
she taps me on the shoulder and says hi. Far more polite and civil we stopped
and spoke for a good 30 minutes, We ended with her saying, let's go for drinks
and talk at this local place. I thought more than twice about starting up with
a psycho but my god she looked so amazing and there was so much I loved about
her.

She dressed conservatively in all white and looked amazing, to me at least. We
had a lot of fun, spoke about politics and everything else and enjoyed our
time together. I walked her back to her car and there were two things said.
First she says, do you really think you need to walk ME back to MY car and
gave me that look like HELLO I can handle myself better than you can handle
anything and two I had to bring up the hotel scene and I did. She put her hand
on my chest and apologized for scareing me and bullying me (her words) and
that between the way she won the fight and the alcohol she was more exciteable
than she should have. So I said, yeah but you hit me, do you remember. She
smiled and said yes and then looked down and up into my eyes and said , but
you were VERY lucky I did not punch you and with that she put her fist next to
my jaw and stared at me and then grabbed me and kissed me with tha passion and
emotion I wanted. She then told me to go inside and get us a room as she
wanted to make it up to me and I grabbed her hand and we both went inside and
then upstairs to a room. Yes she took the lead and yes her body was ripped
with power and yes we BOTH knew what the story was but it was love making and
not violence and for the next 3 months it was GREAT GRETA GREAT. We spent the
next several month's spending a LOT of time together, having great
conversations about a variety of topics, the age difference was meaning less
and less everyday, we went away for weekends, had great dinners, went to each
others family events and everything was great ... ... ... until one momentous
evening in my house, where she was spending more and more time at.

We had a nice dinner with 2 of my friends, 2 couples, and when we got back
home she asked me if I thought the brunette was cute. Innocent question and I
said yeas, she is a pretty lady and thought nothing of it. She walked out to
the yard and stood there for a while and I just thought she wanted to get some
air and be by herself but after 20 minutes I walked out and asked if she was
OK. She turned around and said, you know she was staring at you the entire
dinner. OK I said, so what? Do you like her? Where is this going I asked? Do I
like her? I know her for years and she is a friend so yes I like her. Did you
sleep with her? WHAT? NO!!! She stared at me with that deep look of being
pissed off. Now by this time I have been increasing my workout schedule and
taking boxing lessons- all to keep up with her but in no way on this planet
was I anywhere in her stratosphere and that was clear. Anyway, so she grabbed
me by the shirt and she said you better not EVER go near her again.
Understand, she has been rough with me since after that scene after her fight
in the hotel room and I never like it, however, I understand she is a physical
person who can certainly hurt me but besides a push here and there and some
rather rough wrestling in bed type of thing where sh goes overboard putting me
in positions where I cry out for her to stop and the 2 times she choked me
unconscious, it has been OK.

So now she is angry, for NO REASON and has me by the shirt and for NO reason
besides instinct I push her off me and lose my temper, which is rare and I
yelled FUCK OFF and do NOT grab me like I am a little kid or I will punch your
fucking lights out. Seriously, on this VERY regretful evening I have no idea
where those words came from but I was very angry even after I said it. She
walks past me and comes back with 2 sets of boxing gloves and mouthpieces. She
is not saying a word as she takes off her top and is wearing a bra that was
pink and holding up her perfect C cup breasts that I loved so much and is
telling me "IT IS TIME" and is putting on her gloves and is telling me to do
the same if I want but either way in the next fee minutes she is going to beat
the shit out of me. I was sick with fear and regret but she was not having any
of it. SO I took a breath, took off my shirt and put on these 8 oz gloves.
From that moment on I got very into the whole thing. Like an ass I thought, OK
I will jab her silly since I am bigger and just make her quit and then
apologize for my comment and she can apologize for her attitude and then I can
take her to bed to make love to the woman I was in love with- simple huh? She
began to shadow box with the speed and crispness of a pro, her arm muscles and
chest were jumping out of the skin and of course her abs were, and I knew this
for a damn fact, were rocks. I was getting sick but here we were in one of the
spare unfurnished bedrooms I had.

She just looked at me and said "ready" and I nodded my head like a fool as if
I was actually ready to seriously fight a wom,an physically stronger and a
former PROFESSIONAl and still active kickboxer. It was ugly. I threw 3 jabs
that she easily moved away from. She then landed 3 jabs to my face and a 4
punch combo to my ribs that stung like a knife and I was backing up into a
wall running for my life. She followed me but when she did I threw an overhand
right that missed by a mile and I did not see the next several punches as my
head became blurry and was rocking back and forth hearing her grunt. I tried
to cover up but was dizzy and she began ripping apart my body with vicious
strong blows that dropped to all 4's. I so wanted this to end immediately as I
was scared to death. While on all 4's I see that my nose is bleeding on to the
carpeting and she was berating me calling me all sorts of names. I stood up
and banged my gloves together and yelled CMON OLD LADY I AM GOING TO BANG YOUR
BRAINS IN and that is pretty much all I remember until everything went black.
I woke up on my back looking at the ceiling fan with her standing over me and
looking down at me. She looked like a monster to me. I see those ripped abs
going straight up hitting those big tits and her nipples were judding out and
her arms were just sculptured into perfect muscles, not man like big just
sculptured into weopons of power and it is so clear she is physically
superior. She was saying something but I could not make it out in the fog I
was in but I knew it was not nice stuff. Eventually I struggled to turn and
sit on my butt but the room was spinning and I felt horrible. She disappeared
and came back with water and without her bra on or gloves. She gave me the
water but said nothing and then grabbed me by my hair to stand me up and I
needed to steady myself and held on to her body. I remember saying to myself,
as I did everytime we hugged, that she is so strong, so damn strong and
muscular that it was like hugging a guy in some ways. So I hung on to her and
she walked me into the shower and sat me in the tub and turned on the water
and I stayed there for 20 minutes trying to get back to myself. Being knocked
out cold SUCKSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS is all I can say,
horrendous feeling. I sat in the shower as the water poured over my pained
body trying to figure out not only what happened but what is going to happen.
Suddenly she pushed the shower curtain open as I sat there like a fool and she
just stared down at me and turned off the water- it was stone quiet and she
straddled my body with her naked one and gently pushed me down to a prone
position and simply moved her pussy over my mouth and said nothing but I knew
what I had to do and ate her out but truthfully was suffocating from doing so.
Between me Still being dizzy from her beat down, the smell of her unwashed
pussy and the position I was in it was difficult to get oxygen. Thankfully she
came and lord jesus came a lot all down my throat and over my face and then
sat on my hard cock and slowly and I mean slowly fucked me as she posed her
muscles for herself (yes for herself because she did not care at that point
who I was) and had a super long orgasm such that I have never seen anywhere or
anytime. She stayed on my cock and spoke to me for a good 15 minutes. She told
me how strong she is and that she can have any man she wants, how she can
dominate me at anytime and that I better watch my mouth or she will beat me
again and WORSE next time and that NOW I have to realize exactly my place in
this relationship. Meantime I am saying to myself that I will NEVER see your
dominating violent ass again if I can help it. I eventually got up and out of
the shower but she would not shut her damn mouth nor would she stop posing for
me (or herself) and telling me how much bigger and stronger she will get now
that she is retired and does not have to dress to hide her muscles. She was
telling me how much stronger she is than her former husbands, both of whom
were beaten worse than me, how much stronger she is than her daughters and
their friends. I could not wait to leave and got dressed but was still unsure
about driving since I was not clear but had to get away from this situation
... ... . Yes I left my own house!!

Staying at a hotel was cathartic and allowed me time to think. She called me
several times and always with an apology and pleading for me to come back to
my own house. Eventually I did but asked her not to be there nor come around
for a week and she complied, thankfully. We finally agreed to meet in a public
place to "talk" and she was her old intelligent and engaging self but I was
still upset. I admit to breaking down several times telling her that I could
never be with anyone like her despite her positive traits. She remained quiet
and apologetic but there was something there, an underlying love I could not
and still cannot explain. We left in our own cars and I went home where 2
hours later she rang the bell and we spoke at the doorway for a few minutes
and I eventually let her in. It was very awkward and I told her I was scared
her when she drinks AND when she loses her temper. I was trembling when IU
told her this and sjhe knew it and heard it in my voice. We sat on the couch,
far apart and spoke for hours until I said I am going to sleep and she may as
well leave. I walked her to the door and sdaid good night and she turned
towards me and took off her top and took a deep breath and softly kissed me. I
melted I have to admit since I loved her SO much, more than any other woman
ever. We kissed for a few minutes when she took my hand and led me into the
bedroom and there I said STOP- please stop- you are welcome to sleep over
since it is late but not in this room, OK? She stepped back and said OK and
went into one of the spare bedrooms, like an adult.

To be continued for Part 2