” I took a deep breath. “Alright… How about the two of you coming over tomorrow evening, have dinner at my place and talk this all over?” ... asked giving in. Rosalyn smiled putting her hand on mine. “Thank you, Marc.” She got up and left me fuddled, sitting in my sofa. I lowered my head into my hands. “And there you go…” I’d had the worst nightmares that night. I’d awaken drenched in sweat several times. The whole day felt like some kind of weighing heavily on my shoulders. I couldn’t. I pulled up my uniform skirt and tucked it in my waistband and got my knickers down around my ankles. I did my best to modestly cover my little red bush but the sound of my pee hitting inside the bowl made us both laugh at the naturalness of it. It struck me that Tommy Reilly's business was only a few inches from my expectant face and I knew it was going to happen just like the other girls told me it would if a bad boy got you alone like this. He slowly opened his buttons and pulled out his. " I say. "What?" he turns and looks at me with confusion."Fuck me!" I slur, "You came here to fuck me, so fuck me." I don't feel like I'm in control of what I'm saying. At the same time I'm sitting here telling this rapist to come back and fuck me. I'm trying to will myself, crying out, wanting, begging myself to fight and make him leave. None of those words make it through, just the words telling him to come screw me are making it through. I fall into the bed and pass out again. I wake up to. We’d been tied before the match point. Al checked the score and moved from the top competitor for first to fifth. This guy deserved the title, but I was going for it.My team was waiting for me when I came off the court as well. It was the longest match of the tournament so far, so the next round was ready to start as soon as we cleared.“Must be a couple of damn good teases,” Whitney drawled at me as she glanced at Bree. Wendy was hustling back to Amanda at our booth and I knew I needed to go up.