The sunlight filtering through the windows played upon her hair and diamond earrings, reminding me of the first time I saw her. Her touch felt good, s...o very healing. I regarded her for a long moment, her eyes seemed so filled with compassion. “Thank you,” was all I could say, as I closed my eyes again. I tired easily and laid there drifting lazily in and out of consciousness, while Nancy held my hand. She stayed with me and nursed me back to health every day of my long recuperation. It was a. ' And the reason that my answer would be in the affirmative was simply that my entire sexual existence is based upon my desire to use any available method of avoiding masturbation.As we walked — it was halfway between the bar and my apartment — I couldn't help wondering if I really wanted to go to bed with another man or if I just needed to get rid of the cum that Cat had left sloshing around in my balls. I decided that the answer was both.He lived in a studio apartment, the bedroom area of the. These kids were fourteen and fifteen. I was thirteen, the only one. Odd, you may think. But, what you don't know is that I was the, um, let's see, how do I put this? I guess there's no real nice way ... I was the sluttiest of the girls.Now, I wasn't a slut. Not really. Well, a little but not whorey. I just was, um, pretty interested in boys and sex and all. The youngest, yes, but pretty, uh, I liked the attention of boys and made sure I got it. I'm sure you understand now.So, Evan chose me. “Now that’s a good bitch,” I heard. “Dry me properly and we might just start becoming good friends again Tanya McDonald” I shuddered as he mentioned my surname. I felt so exposed. So at risk. My mind raced. How could this have happened? How could this have happened to me? At last he was completely dry. I stood rigid in front of him. “Can I go now?” “Go?" He looked surprised. “Of course you cannot go. You started this when you wanted to drink with me after dinner last night, so no, you cannot.