. I was ME! (months later when I have started to transcribe my thoughts, I find it difficult to not be melodramatic, at times) At the time, I knew wor...ds, there were words that I knew, some had meaning, some were utterly outside of my present understanding. I had no context, no frame of reference, but ... there is one thing that I am now certain of, is that whoever, I had been, wherever I had come from, I had been an English-speaker, my initial thoughts were all in that language, or at least the. Her face was pleasant, but it was her flashing green eyes that caught your attention. Particularly when framed with arms that were pinned down on either side of her head.“Shouldn’t it be me asking what the fuck you are doing?”She responded by trying to loosen her arms. I held her down, then just as she stopped, whipped her round, putting her arms behind back. I saw an unplugged cable for a laptop, so I wrapped it round her wrists, tying it tightly.“You’re hurting me.”“Good.”There were no other. Do you recognize it?”Rockie glanced down at the papers and said, “Yes, I recognize it. Why?”“Do you recognize your signature on the last page of the agreement?” Garmeni asked.She turned to the last page and said, “Yes, that is my signature, but again, why?”Ignoring her question, the lawyer said, “If you turn to page four of the agreement and reference section thirteen, do you see the subject of ‘intellectual property’ mentioned?”Rockie found the page and reviewed the relevant section. “Okay,. He never kissed me, never fondled me, never cared about my pleasure. I was a cum deposit for him. We never made love, he fucked me for his release. As the days turned into weeks, it became a daily routine for me to masturbate, thinking of John. Once we even did it together over the phone to one another. After what seemed like a eternity, I could wait no longer. I had never cheated on my husband before but I needed a man’s physical attention. John understood my hesitation. John knew how.