Afterward, as I shared my experience, she said, “I’m sensing you are needing … (long pause) … human touch.” What the fuck? OK, I hadn’t ...popped a boner; the entire experience while I was on the table was non-sexual. Where had that come from? When I just sat there looking at her dumbfounded, she continued, “I don’t know why, but I’m being told you are … (another pause with a sigh) … not lonely, not lonely at all, but needing closeness, human closeness.” “So, you’re saying I need a. . (predictable I knew that was the case from what I had overheard, and I guess I just knew going to happen)... i was told that i made them a lot of money that weekend, as a whore for them. they sold me for a $200 each, and told them all i was new to being a whore, so if I was not putting out it was okay to tear me up. others came to do me just so they could rip me apart. whichever reason or motive, it was clear that i was being beaten and tortured because they wanted to turn me out as their. I never wore caps or hats as someone had told me once when I was young that they made you go bald and I had developed a real mental aversion to wearing anything on my head. I had never really enjoyed having a football helmet on but forced myself to deal with it as I played football in both high school and the small state collage where I met Lyn. Being blond didn't help the ongoing illusion that I was losing my hair either.When I first arrived the place was doing a passable business as. Coming back down, she put one on and threw one to Sue. “You don’t deserve this,” she said.Mary was calmer now she was more covered up. The dress looked like a top over the skirt. Mitsumi was coming up the path, trailing a large suitcase on wheels. Mary opened the door and helped her inside with it. Sue had emerged from the dining room now. “Mitsumi, this is my friend Sue. I'm sorry but we are just getting ready to go out. We both have appointments this morning. My husband rang me to say that.