It was very very hot in Abidjan… and I fortunately packed only light clothes… my husband was supposed to meet some government officials in Yamouss...ukro, where all government office are located… I decided to stay in Abidjan which is more vibrant…There was a circus in town and I decided to go after my husband left for Yamoussoukro… I sat in front on the VIP seats… and I couldn’t help noticing the big bulge in two acrobats.. both were black African around twenty years old… tall around 6feet 4 and. Finally I whispered into his ear, "Richard, my drink is empty." I guess I didn't whisper softly enough, because Jamal grinned. "Ours are all empty too, Becky! Here, let us give you a hand with that!" He collected my glass and he and the other two hurried to the bar to get refills.Damn. It wasn't bad enough that Jamal had offered to help me with my need. Somehow, all three of them wanted to be in on it! My heart was in my throat as they returned, not sure how I'd manage to do what they wanted. . harder. I want to give you my tears and sobbing to enjoy. Please, please, please.” I broke down into a pathetic chain of pleases, overcome by the sense of shame at begging to be brought to tears by a stranger's harsh beating, and somewhat unbelieving of myself begging for more of the already excruciating pain. “Mmm. Good boy.” With a nod, the beating began again, the suffering inflicted on me, even greater than before, bringing me quickly to the sobbing tears that she wanted. As I squirmed. .." I'd made up my mind, pretty much in the instant between not seeing and then seeing him. In that split nanosecond between photons reflecting from his cute face, something clicked inside me."Where are we going?" Chris was letting me pull him by the hand and we were going to the gym, but I wasn't telling him that."Shhhh ... This way, we have to be sneaky."Maybe it was because I was the Homecoming Queen and I felt bulletproof, so to speak. Like I was invulnerable, like Super Girl, you know? I.