She nodded in agreement. she started crying again. i couldn’t ssee her like that so i hugged her tightly. she wrapped her arms around me.“SSSSHHHH...HH its all right. don’t worry.” i consoled her. after a minute she stopped crying. i took her to the bus stand and placed her in her bus.next day i saw her smiling again. i was happy too. but the only thing odd was she never tried to look at me that day. i didn’t mind it. after college when i was going out.“Stop.” she shouted behind me. i moved back. I wreaked like vomit with that awful taste predominate in my mouth but I was too hungry to care. My anus was raw and I certainly wasn’t concerned about offending work mates with an abused body odor because I didn’t cause the mess I was in.The two handled me with some sense of caring, feelings apparent, and I just stood still at the sink to endure the pain of their work trying to help me with my injuries as they cleaned the blood off my wounds. I hung my head and cried as silently as I could. Since I joined this almost exclusive world of top stylists, I knew all the kinds of things people could do here. All the glamour, all the pain, all the d**gs, all the sex… I have seen things that not many people might believe if I tell them about it. But that whole glitz junky stuff is not what interests me on this life. The sexual part, otherwise, I like it, and a lot.The only problem, however, is to find a right fit in a world where most of the man or are gay or play the role to not feel. She was maybe only about 5ft5 but wore a large dressing gown so her body was hidden for me. Her face had a natural beauty about it, she didn't have any make up on and she didn't need any. She had a slim looking face with green emerald eyes resting above high cheek bones. Her hair tied up above her head.“Hello, can I help you" her sweet concerned voice broke my trance."Eh yes, sorry. Good morning Mrs Abbot, I'm Scott Waters from 'The Free Water Ways'. You phoned about poor drainage?" I spoke to.