”“I recorded all my data in files as I generated it. It was automatic so I couldn’t have faked it…well, that way,” and I grimaced. “Perhap... a computer error? Faulty program?”She nodded, “That is a possibility. If you can find someone to help, I’d encourage you to pursue that option. He would need to get permission from us as well as you to access your files, which are frozen, and who knows what he could find in the computer system in this place? It’s several dozen legacy systems patchworked. You need the pain. You need the release. This is how you stay sane. The words weighed down on me when I was feeling an itch for release the fateful night I would unknowingly meet Chris Bellingham for the first time.Having failed to reach out and grab the tube of soothing cream he was offering me, he spoke again to break through my trance."Well?" he said, expectantly waving the tube of cream. "Are you going to take this or do you need me to apply it for it you? I know you never safe worded, but. Slapped her around. Slapped her until she didn’t know which way was up. Then he’d dragged her into the bedroom, ripped off her clothes and threw her onto the bed. Their marital bed. Where husband and wife slept together. And when his knees found their way between her naked legs and forced them apart, she was wet. Sexually aroused. Her body had made itself ready for him. Ready to be rough ridden as he fucked full senseless.Even if her mind didn’t want him, her body did. And he would take full. The owner didn’t like it either, but I was making a large portion of my money being an escort and doing personal shows for my regular customers, my referrals and the parties at which I was hired to perform. The owner let it slide for a long time, because he was fucking me on a regular basis, but the other girls were starting to complain. The owner also found out that I had been avoiding paying out my share of tips and fees to the bartenders, deejays and bouncers. It didn’t set well with him.