Idon't think I ever even had a gay thought. So all of this really repulsedme. They would brush up against me so their big fat blackdicks rubbed mybody.... They would make constant jokes about me being afaggot.So I had it out with Jamal. I told him I was a singleparent with athirteen year old daughter and in no way gay, and I wantedto quit the club.That mention of my daughter was the biggest mistake of mylife. Jamaldemanded to see a photo of her. Her name is Crissy. After that, all theytalked about. Tyrone grabbed her head and shook her. Get back here. Another bottle of beer was dumped over her head.The beer mixed with the cum and urine giving off that putrid smell of a dirty washroom.The dark room. Terrible smells. Driving pain inside. Screaming noises. The cold on her face. Every sense, sight, hearing, touch, feeling was being assaulted. Her mind could not processit all. Here, have a drink. HA HA. Tyrone pushed a bottle of beer in her mouth. Unable to swallow Lisa gagged and spit. Last night, Regan called us for help." And for once, we were there," Rita said. "I know she could have called you and you would have been there, too." You are far better equipped to lend assistance," Andy said. "Believe me, this week has taught me my limitations. I could have yelled and screamed but I can finally admit when I'm out of my element." Well, we did our fair share of yelling and screaming," Robert said. "I will admit that I was irate." And we got angrier when we understood the. I didn't like that, but let her feel the shame of telling them.I went to bed thinking that maybe that was my revenge. Making her have to be honest with everyone on what a bitch she really was. She wouldn't like that.But she got her own back in the small hours, haunting me with images of her and that bastard.Monday wasn't bad.I was greeted at work by Dave. As soon as he came in he put his head round my door, just to make sure I was OK (or maybe checking that I was there at all).I began to.