Her arms were being raised above her head with one arm while the other seemed to lift her towards the wall. Her nipples were hard the cold tile seemed... to tell her. They felt hot as well. He was crushing her with his body now, in effect pinning her. Both his hands were once again holding her wrists. She could feel her breathing now as his weight strained those muscles, and she was breathing heavily. The coldness of the tiles on her front, contrasted with the very warm body holding her. This felt. Mycheeks hurt from where Danielle had hit me. I had never seen her soangry, or forceful. I stood up and put on my coat as I began to walk downthe hall. I didn't know what else to do.I went down and tried to gather my underwear. My boxers were all dirtyand wet, as it had been raining earlier. People looked at me as theywalked past. I could feel my cheeks turning red. I couldn't tell if thatwas because of embarrassment or because of Danielle's hitting me. I stopped trying to salvage any of my. It was the smirks on their faces when they made their demands that really had irritated the waitress.Another waitress complained about the drunks who came into the diner where she worked. She was tired of being fondled, pinched, propositioned, and generally harassed. She wondered how those men would feel if some guy did that to their daughter.One manager of a restaurant told about a family that allowed their five year old kid to stand on his chair and scream for a solid thirty minutes without. "Open for me, please. That's it, a little wider," he cajoled. "Now, stick out your tongue. Eh, good girl, you did swallow all of it." He laughed long and deeply and the sound of his voice made her shiver. Despite everything, she felt wonderfully happy, proud of herself, pleased that she had been able to service him exactly as he had instructed. Even being called his bitch made her feel warm inside, because suddenly... she understood. June smiled. With Ray, she knew, that would have been that,.