She grasped him by the hair, then brought herclenched fist down like a mallet into her moaninghusband’s mouth. Then she hit him again, and again....The girls in the audience watched in awe as the sweetlooking little girl, with calm deliberation, smashedher husband’s face to a battered mess. “You can beg meto stop, dear husband,” mocked Martha, “and I’ll stopbeating you, otherwise…” Her fist clubbed into analready broken nose.“Please. Our 2 k**s were at my parents. It was a Sunday.It was around noon on a Sunday, when Kenny came to our house. I stayed in our living room and waited while my wife answered the door and greeted him. When they walked into the living room, I was sitting in a single stuffed chair that matched our sofa. I did not get up or shake his hand. My wife introduced us both to each other. Kenny and my wife sat on the sofa. I was not surprised that she would pick a guy that looked like he did. Looking back at. More

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