"She gulped uneasily; she was naked. Having someone watch her without her knowledge was one thing, but this... She swallowed her fear and gave him her... hand. As he hauled her up on the rock, she said: "I don't even know your name." It's Roger." He leered at her openly; then he took her hand again. "Be careful."Still trembling, she climbed over some jagged rocks without stepping on them. There was a wide opening behind a huge boulder. It led to a cave. "God. I never knew this was here."As the. For those who may say that this story does not belong in the ‘romance’ section, I say this. I. Don’t. Care. What. You. Think. I did not write this story to please you. Arrogance aside, I wrote this story to please ME. This is, admittedly very much not a ‘standard’ or ‘normal’ romance story, true. But, that being said, as the author, I reserve the right to do what I damn well please with it. While I adore and cherish positive feedback and CONSTRUCTIVE criticism, I have no need for unappreciative. ”“You died,” he blurts out, knowing that it’s no use in lying to her and because maybe he is scared a little. Maybe this just isn’t something he wants to hold inside.“Want to talk about it?” she asks.He shakes his head. “I rather not.” Instead, he rips away the bedsheets and wraps his hands around her panties. Quickly he pulls them off with Sam’s aid in lifting her hips up. He leaves a trail of hot, needy kisses along the way down her body. When he reaches her pussy, Spencer lingers. He kisses. He no longer had any power over me. Seeing him sitting there in a yellow jumpsuit with his hands shackled to the table ... I saw him for what he is. He’s a shallow man that only can bully me if I let him. I saw a shrink for awhile and that helped me. But she was a lot like him in a way. She wanted to control me, too. I’m ... I’m a pretty happy person.“I’m normally in a good mood ... sometimes too good, I guess. The shrink wanted me to hate men and to deny my ... sexuality. I left her and found.