I realized I would pass out soon - had to. How much of this can the mind take before it needs to shut down. This was all a dream. I knew it was happen...ing - sure, but it becomes a dream. Believe me.Alone again. Who am I today? I laugh, and a girls fluttering noise tumbles from thick lips. I rub them together and lick out with my tongue tasting the sticky red coating. My mind bounces about my skull because I'm scared I like it now. A bedroom, pink and white, dresser, a mirror. I fall the first. I responded by first pulling out my micro recorder and began recording. I then stood up and told him to back off and leave me alone. If he had been intelligent enough at that moment to walk away, nothing would have happened. That wasn’t the case.“Aww, come on sexy. You know you want it, dressed like that with that short sexy skirt, thigh high stockings, heels. You’re just advertising that you want some good hard dick.” He followed that with a laugh. His friends, who at first were happy to laugh. "You heard me. Undress, then put thislingerie on. Hurry up!" "I can't put that on, for goodness sake!" I retorted. "That's yourunderwear. Your mother made that for you to wear!" She grinned. "And now I want you to wear it!" Then she got seriousagain. "A few minutes ago, you said 'anything' - you'd do 'anything' if I'dmarry you." She plucked at the lacy underthings she was wearing. "I'm asmacho as you'll ever be. If I can wear them for a little while, I don'tsee why you can't. There again, if. He was half Italian, half Dominican. He was sexy, with his tanned skin and short dark hair, hard within his body from the physical work the job required, soft around his eyes, a deep brown that made you think you were seeing everything and nothing about him all at once. I would stare at his ass when he would walk in front of me to show me something, and I would hear the accented comments he made under his breath about mine when I had to do the same. Every night that week, it had been hard.