"How many contexts are there?" she asked confused. "I didn't think there were other uses. I read about original medical definitions, which weren't much different than the modern ones. I looked at the Marquis of Sade's writings and Venus in Fur, modern psychology's definition, and do you know what I came up with? Something that Marty said once, trying to explain. People are looking for something that isn't really sexual, but emotional. I also told him that it's why I have no interest. I might go nuts on occasion, but emotionally, I'm fine. I'm happy. I have a lovely husband, two beautiful girls, a wonderful dad, an amazing family. So no, no masochist tendencies. No kinks either. Just my husband. I do like the Kama Sutra. It's like a gymnastic course for couples."
Savannah snorted. "No, you can't. They won't know why you're yelling, you'll confuse them, they will cry and they will still not know what they did wrong. Therefore yelling would be useless and counterproductive. You really don't want to deal with two girls crying without knowing why, would you?" She kissed his cheek, grinning. "You can sit down with them and explain, changing the simplicity of your explanation depending on age."
She looked at him, laughing. "You loved that trip, didn't you? I did, though. It was great. And why do I need another costume? All the costumes are short and shorter when it comes to girls," she said laughing. "It's sexy fill the blank. A sexy uniform is pretty easy to do. Tight, ripped tee, cut up pants, combat boots. It's pretty much what I was doing when we got here, and that was because I couldn't go out to shop. Now, I wear them for Halloween."