It reminded me of my time in high school when some of the girls heard Bev or Ginny refer to me as "Haldor the Hunk." I was a bit put off by it but the...re was nothing I could do about it. As Dorothy had told me in the beginning, I was in the public domain now and subject to continuous scrutiny. People associated the news with the person who presented it. She told me a good looking guy like me was going to get even more attention.I was getting a full dose of ribbing from Renata, Bruno, and Steve. He kept up an almost constant barrage of name-calling. He called mebitch, pussy, cunt, slut, whore, faggot and every combination of thosewords... the humiliation was second only to the pain. Pretty soon he was hammering into me with all his weight and might,long-dicking my ass then, short jackrabbit humping, then slow withdrawalsand vicious stabbing punch thrusts. He was brutal. I felt myself submitting to this man. I am straight. So, It wasn't asthough he turned me on or anything, but. I wish I had had the balls to tell her that I'm in love with her. But I was young and couldn’t. She is the reason I can't be with any other woman. Being with another woman after just existing in Mom's world would be akin to living in an efficiency apartment after having lived in a Hollywood mansion. I know, it’s bad the analogy, but it comes close.Beyond the fact that she is extremely beautiful, what I feel for her is much deeper, goes beyond the sexual desire, goes beyond wanting to possess. Her body quakes at the feel of his mouth on her. Hips no longer under her control as they buck against his exposed hardness wanting nothing more than to be naked before him right now and sliding him deep within herself. The idea alone had her hands quickly withdrawing from his body and working at the button of her pants, quickly unfastening them as she let them slide down her pale soft legs, kicking them across the floor with lustful abandon. His eyes can't help but pull his lips from her.