Not liking the way things were going, Thompson grabbed her hands and held them above her head. In her own defense, she turned her head and bit into his triceps. Thompson shrieked in pain and Julie smiled. “Do you want Dora to hear from you?” she laughed.
“I don’t care,” Thompson hissed as he tightened his grip on her arms. “She is a grown ass woman. She knows what goes on in a bedroom between a man and a woman!”
“I thought you promised not to hurt me anymore?” Julie growled.
“I don’t want to hurt you; I really don’t,” Thompson replied, “but what am I supposed to do when you put up such a fight all of the time. You are my wife. You are supposed to submit to me, it even says so in the Bible. You should thank your lucky stars we don’t live back then. If we did, I could have you stoned for
