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   Alita. (wife, Rape. Int, Violence )   
      
      Alita and I had just moved to Dallas from a small town in   
   Central Texas. We are bot in our early thirties and have been   
   married for eight years. The ecomonic policies of right wing   
   president George Bush, had all but destroyed our small town's   
   economy. Alita and I hated to leave all our friends and family   
   there. Well at least our family. Most of our friends had already   
   abandoned the dying town.   
      
    I found a job in the big city. I was a structial engineer but my   
   present job found me repairing utility facilities. Lisa and I had   
   two children. ages six and five. The kids were really messed up   
   from having to leave their own little friends and both sets of   
   grandparents, aunts and uncles. But I hoped that one day the   
   nation would wake up and not put a bunch of criminals in office   
   again or allow them to steal and election.   
      
    The guys that I worked with were a crude sort, but I took it in   
   stride, and tried to get along with them till I found a better   
   job. This story is really about my wife. Let me tell you   
   something about her. Most women fall apart after they have   
   children. Not Alita. She was a small woman of less than five feet   
   and ninety pounds. She had to stay away from the beaches because   
   of her fair,  alabaster white skin. I would say that my wife was   
   definately a white woman.   
      
    Her parents had named her after Prince vallant of the misty   
   islands because she was so pale at birth. I loved her p[ale skin   
   and her dark hair. Yes her pubic hair was dark and soft. While   
   many guys rant and rave about a shaved pubic area, as if it's   
   some kind of a turn on, I think it looks like a sugercal scar. I   
   had to see Alita's private parts after she had our children. It   
   brought tears to my eye's. Alita shares my love of her unshaved   
   condition.   
      
    I had myself nipped because we had all the children we wanted.   
   Many women had a their tubes cut to prevent pregnancies, but not   
   Alita. It was easier for me to do it. She was a tigress in   
   bed,and had no hesitation when it came to giving oral sex, or   
   even alan sex. She might have been tiny but she put the vision of   
   the large robust Texas woman to shame.   
      
    I would say that our trouble started at a company picnic, at   
   some lake outside Dallas. I took my family there to be sociable   
   with my co-workers and their families. I could tell that Alita   
   had nothing in common with the fat loud wives of my fellow   
   employees. The kids liked being around other kids, and went off   
   to play with them. Naturally there was lots of beer to drink.   
   Alita and I preferred wine. We drank beer to be sociable, and   
   carried an empty can around the whole time to look the part.   
      
    My co-workers, however became drunk along with their wives. The   
   drunker they became the more abusive they became. The men began   
   to make jokes about their wives. The other men laughed as well as   
   some of the wives. I thought it was time to get the kids and   
   leave. Alita did too. We went away from the tables to find the   
   kids. We found Little Travis covered with dirt in the center of a   
   circle of other kids. A fat red headed kid of about nine, and   
   built like a line backer laying on the ground, crying. My six   
   year old,Arnold,was standing over him. I saw that Travi's arm was   
   real red and swollen.   
      
    Since the kids were three years old they had been taking Tai   
   Kwando from an old army buddy of mine back in Clear Springs. We   
   had served in Desert Storm together as Rangers. I would have   
   taught the kids. He did a better job and liked to teach. He had a   
   large class of most of the kids in town. Bill liked to tell   
   everyone that I had saved his life in the war. I told everyonme   
   that he was full of shit.   
      
    Anyway here, at the picnic, was a small lean six year old kid   
   that had just decked a large bully that was twisting his   
   brother's arm. I took the kids and started away. I first checked   
   to see if the bully kid had been hurt. We were heading to where   
   Alita was telling the other wives that we had to go. The bully's   
   father, who turned out to be my supervisor came charging up to   
   us.   
      
    "What the hell do you think your kid is doing Wilson? "   
      
    "Well boss it looks like my boy was teaching your kid about not   
   picking on smaller kids."   
      
    " You had better watch your step wilson. We know how to handle   
   trouble makers here."   
      
    "Then I think that you had better teach your kid better   
   manners."   
      
    I walked away then. I had not been mad about the boys but I was   
   sure was about the way that my was acting. As I walked away I   
   knew that he was seething. I smiled to myself thinking about the   
   new job I was trying to get. I was just waiting till the owner of   
   the company I wanted to go with got back from an extended   
   vacation. He was an old Ranger himself from another war. I   
   listned to Travis telling me how Arnold had put the bully down.   
   The lessons with Bill had sure paid off.   
      
    When I went back to work, I went to the job site and was   
   performing my jod like I always. I had a tape playing in an ear   
   plug. I liked to listen to classical music. I had a Mozart tape   
   playing. It had never inteferred withmy work. As a matter of fact   
   the other guys had a radio playing loud shit kicking music, as I   
   called it.   
      
    " Hey Wilson how can you do your job with that peice in your   
   ear?"   
      
    " It don't bother me at all." I motioned to the rest of the crew   
   playing the redneck rap music. There were several balck guys that   
   worked there and they liked their rap and the rednecks liked   
   hillbilly music. The two being played so close to each other, I   
   had dubbed redneck rap, " It shuts out the noise."   
      
    My tape player had a recording option and when Carl started to   
   yell I flipped it on. I just kept on working and ignored Carl's   
   ranting till he started to get personal. I was recording him   
   because I wanted Alita to see what Ihad to put up with. She had   
   been giving me a little grief about the new job that would take   
   me away from dallas for a while each month.   
      
    " You know Wilson that wife of yours is real sexy. Maybe me and   
   the others ought to pay her a visit some day while we keep you   
   here."   
      
    " OK Carl." I was not easy to get mad but I believed in pinching   
   trouble opff before it got out of hand. " Look and understand   
   this... I do not play those games. My family life and this one   
   are to remain seperate." I went on to tell him that since my six   
   year old had kicked his nine year old's ass that my wife could   
   kick his. He bristled up and came at me. He must have had a   
   moment of clarity because he stopped and just looked at me. I am   
   not all that physically imposing but I did learn a lot of   
   agressive fighting in the Rangers.   
      
    " That's your problem Wilson...you think that you and your   
   family are too good for us common folks."   
      
    "That's what you say boss."   
      
    "Damn right it's what I say ass hole."   
      
    " Whatever."   
      
    " Look ass hole that sweet little wife of yours could wind up as   
      
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