"One of the pieces of shit that raped her before we escaped." Sira gave a bitter, sobbing nod into Leah's shoulder."I'm sorry," offered Daran weakly. ...I didn't know." I don't know who raped me," whispered Leah. "I never saw their ugly faces."Another long sob, the Sira said, "I'm okay. Let's just get out of here." She gave Leah a final hug of gratitude, and the girls separated."Are you sure?" asked Daran, reaching to wipe a tear from her cheek."Yeah." A sniff. "I will be anyway."With nothing. ”“It rained sometimes.”“We swam.”“We made love on the beach.”“We missed you.”That was the story of their week—their honeymoon. All I heard was how they missed us.I was content to continue in my hectic life, learning a new art form but not creating any art. I hadn’t felt inspired since the night I painted Hope. I could convince myself that I was still working on art because I was learning something. It was a thin deception.Just as I’d accepted my violent racquetball practices as sport.Lissa. ‘I…I’m. I’m, umm…’He stammered. ‘Please don’t apologize unless you really are sorry.’ ‘I’m not sorry at all,’ He said as he kissed my cheek then my nose then my forehead. But I had been so cold for so long and I needed more. I had been hiding from myself, hiding from the truth. Because I knew that if Macon had really liked me, he wouldn’t have done what he did. And I knew there had been someone else. I had heard Lex and Stevie whispering about it one night. That was the real reason I had shut. "It does Don. I like the feel of your cock on my belly. It feels so slippery and nice."I was beginning to rock harder against her belly, pushing tighter against the softness of her, enjoying the feel of my throbbing prick slipping and pistoning against her.Sara was beginning to enjoy it too."You love my belly don't you Don? You want to cum all over it. All over me, don't you?"I couldn't answer. I continued to piston my cock against her; lost in the sensations of my raging spike burrowing.