Not one person on this team or in the school, for that matter, stopped to even ask if there was any truth to the rumor. I didn’t even know what you�...�d all found me guilty of until the week before Halloween.” I shook my head. “Turning your back on me was something I could have gotten over,” I said. “Everyone abandoned me. I’ve come to accept that it happened. I even accepted that it was hard for people to come back after the word got out that it had been a lie in the first place. No, what I’m. " says a voice from directly over her, the boy obviously bent over his prey for a closer look. "A bitch in heat. Hey, it even has a collar..." No, please don't!" she begs as he impudently takes her tag in his stubby little mitts, tugging roughly at her neck as he reads it aloud."Slave...call blah blah...and have your way with her, huh?" N-No, please, Oh Master save me!" Who, that old bastard? Nah, he'll be sleeping in like always. Probably won't even answer the phone. Listen." He dials a number. I love to be liked. But yes, your disgust won't stop my desire to fuck outside my marriage. It is the spice of my life. Losing it would turn me into the most boring of persons. And who needs that?My husband George doesn't deserve a depressed wife, does he? I promise to be careful. There is no need for him to know what puts the bubble in me. Wouldn't that spoil it all, for him and for me? I need my little holidays. I bring them home as a gift. Like a fresh tan from Aruba. Or a healthy blush from. "Then don't remember what makes you sad!" she said with as much authority as a five-year-old could muster."Do you get scared when you remember Mandy falling?" I asked.Missy nodded solemnly."Do you sometimes remember Mandy falling when you don't want to remember it?"Again, Missy nodded."Do you even remember Mandy falling if no one reminds you of it?"Missy nodded as tears appeared in the corners of her eyes."So, while I might not want to remember past hurts, I cannot just not remember them," I.