I guess that’s me trying to obtain some pride. But then in a matter of seconds he stripped me of my clothes, he tied his belt around my neck so tig...ht I could barely swallow and fastened my hands to it. My wrists met my shoulder blades in a not so gentle way. Somehow I still felt like I had some control, like he was manipulating me into being scared, like he was testing me, and I him. I wouldn’t cave, I’ve never caved! With my hands fastened so that I couldn’t use them without choking I. Like, when the guy had an orgasm, would it make me come, the same way it does when I'm inside a girl?" She threw me a sly glance, sharp as a stiletto, that pierced to the bone.I had been nursing a hardon (and my double espresso) for the past seven minutes or so, not really believing the story, and hardly even believing that I was hearing it in the first place from this young teenager. And then her eyes in that fraction of a second tore jagged holes through my psyche, leaving me wholly. Paid the rent for a month and a half after which I was sleeping in my car, which broke down by the way, for the next two months. Thanks, a helluva lot for your generosity,” she said, as sarcastically as she ever said anything.“Yeah, I made a mistake with that one, didn’t I? But you’ve done well for yourself hooking up with that Willis guy, Julian, right?”“What’s it to yuh. No, let me answer my own question. It’s none of your goddamn business,” she said.“Look, I said I was sorry. I mean it,” he. There’s some sort of valve and if you pull a chain, water from the tank rushes through the strainer and pours over you much like a strong rain shower. The water then drains through a grate in the tiled floor. She says it’s quite refreshing and less cumbersome than having a bathtub filled.”“That sounds ingenious. We should have that too. Although I admit that having a bath with you is also quite pleasant.”“Flatterer! Now where is that soap bar?”Having found it, Mirabel lathered a wash cloth and.