There's a pack of razor blades, hair remover and an enema bag. I'm sure your famillier with one! You have 40 minutes then report to me in the bedroom.... She said with authority. "Oh. Before you go, pour me a glass of wine."I got up and hurried into the kitchen, opened a new bottle of her favourite white and poured her a large glass. She took it out into the patio to enjoy with a cigarette.I carried all the bags up, fighting the urge to look. I took the one bag into the bathroom and layed the. Bad luck? I didn’t have no luck at all. Bad luck would have been a step up.Anyway, the roots of what happened to me were in the dominant member of our threesome, who let us other two know that he was having a girl over Friday night, and he expected us to be nowhere in sight. I nodded, I’d been thinking of a big hunting/fishing expedition anyway. That would work out just fine, I’d spend a weekend in solitude, fishing with my big pole while he got his little pole waxed. Par for the course, for. "Then, this morning, Mr. Everheart, he come to the breakfast table. I set the table for three, but he tell me Mrs. Everheart sleep late. And then he lean into me and grips my arms and say, 'Don't you go and run your mouth, little girl. I don't like uppity brats, and I know how to treat them.'"I tear myself loose from his hands and tell him not to touch me, but he just grins at me. Then he says I cannot have a free day because he and Mrs. Everheart have plans for the evening. I tell him I have. However, DNA analysis of semen traces recovered from the rectum might be helpful in identifying the assailants."Assailants! According to his private physician, he had been anally raped, and multiple times at that.The good news was that he had tested negative for AIDS and Hep C. The bad news was that he was fucked. He had been fucked, and now he was well and truly fucked. Was he even a man any more? Had this turned him into a queer?He had gotten together with Cheryl, trying to erase the shame of.