Why were my thoughts of the recent events clear now? What changed?"To answer this question I began looking back at the activities again, and concluded...that I was being used, or worse. Again, but why? I wondered if the other women they talked about were trained the same way I was. I had seen others in my class dressed like I was. It wasn't really that much different to the majority, but if you knew what to look for it was obvious. We were the only ones to always make sure we were not sitting on. We put in a few bucks for chips, play some hands over a few beers. I literally just thought it would be fun if you, I dunno, put on a cute outsit and brought us our drinks.”“Do you expect me to believe that? Do you seriously believe that?” Tegan sighed.“Honestly? That’s all I wanted from you. If, over the natural course of the evening things went a bit further, I would be ok with that – if you were.”“So you admit you’re open to the possibility of more happening, you considered it.”“If it. I started to finger fuck her with my finger, as a rhythm developed and noticed her body go up and down with sync to my finger.I liked seeing her breast move up and down I increased my speed and so did her cries and moans, I then slowly pushed another finger and she liked it even better, suddenly I stopped and looked at her, she looked like a bitch in heat with her nipples pointing to the sky and legs spread breathing heavily a complete slut.I knew she had reached a point of no return why?” she. In thestorage was where we kept our camping gear, and stuff that was left overfrom my Boy Scout days. I carried a backpack upstairs to my room, andgrabbed some clothes. I wasn't thinking too much about what I grabbed-just what made sense. I went back down and tied a sleeping bag to thebackpack, and finally did it. There was a door from the basement intothe backyard. I was gone. I thought I might have heard my Mom's voicecall out, but if she did, they didn't come after me.My town was right.