It didn't hurt. "It feels strange." "Anal sex is part of fucking. If you resist, it hurts; if you surrender, you will find pleasure." Rose looked at... Jasper in awe. How did he know so much about "fucking"? He abused her dignity, and still, he took her to a place she didn't even know existed. Her husband gave her vanilla sex; that's why she gravitated to Oscar. Jasper surpassed her naïve expectations of infidelity. She should be feeling deep regret or guilt, instead, she wanted to continue this. She was supposed to be loved and held. There she was all alone crying in a bathroom. She was crying over her own beauty and the beauty of life that she could not get. The minutes calmed her down. The terror of her step dad never left her. Though, you can’t sit in a bathroom forever. You have to do something. She opened the door. He was gone. She went back to her room. Well, school would not wait for her. She had to do her math homework. She pulled out the notebook and put on headphones. Punk. “Please don’t go.”“I have to go to work, my dear,” Shawanda replied calmly, belying the need that was equally filling her.“What is it that you do all night?” Lacey asked her. Rolling on her back, Lacey hung her head over the edge of bed and looked up at Shawanda, attempting to entice her with her most alluring look.“Well, to be truthful, it isn’t investment banking,” she laughed, then grew serious. “I can’t explain it...” She didn’t like the way that sounded. “It would be ... quite difficult to. Mother welcomed her and started to give her a who’s who layout of the block end. Elizabeth cut her off a ways into it apologizing for her shortness, “…it’s just that we had a LOT of introductions at church this morning, Shelly’s in the bath and the house is a mess or I’d have you guys in…” “Ohhh don’t you worry.” Mom interjected. “We just wanted to welcome you and say hi. I know you guys must be crazed with all the unpacking and all so we’ll get out of your hair. If ya need anything though….