Pam was crying again, I took Clay to the front of the bar and asked if he would go along with taking this stray cat home with us.Clay said that he tho...ught that she was a very nice girl and he would not mind helping her out.We went back to her and asked if she wanted to go home with us and use an empty apartment we had next to us in a complex we owned. No strings, and she would have all the privacy she wanted.We asked her if she had any money at all and she told us that she was flat broke.Clay. Then she felt his hands reaching behind her, fumbling open the catch at the top of her dress and pulling the zipper down as far as it would go. She sat up to let him pull the dress away from her shoulders, then quickly pulled her arms out of the sleeves and let the dress fall to her waist. She sat up as straight as she could then, and placed her arms behind her head so he could admire her breasts in the lovely brassiere. After a moment she reached down and took his hands and cupped them. It came back to Shawna, really. It wasn't that it wasn't good. She wouldn't want to be anywhere else, but ... Marcus just didn't look at her the way he did at Shawna. It was understandable, she knew. She didn't look at herself the way she looked at Shawna, but it still hurt."You OK?"Marcus' quiet voice cut in from the door where he leant up against the wooden surround, ankles and arms crossed."Yeah, why?"She stared at him in the mirror for a moment, feeling the slight quickening of her pulse as. .oh, yeah. . * Reginald recalled, *the little redhead withthe nail-biting habit and the poor self image. . .*"That's her." Charles said softly without needing to hear Danvers'thoughts aloud. "You sought to "improve" her self image by turning herinto a constantly horny, roundheeled little sexpot so you could haveeasy use her body. Unfortunately, she went beyond that and became a slutwho, in momentary flashes of recall, came to hate herself for thatbehavior. I found her ready to commit suicide..