.but I found I was in a state of confusion. The hot men, all they wanted was to get in my pants and had trouble with holding a conversation. And those...who had higher IQ's, couldn't speak a lick, and physically they weren't attractive to me. I know, it's all stereotypical, but that's how it been for this country girl. Women on the other hand, they were appealing to me either way! I remember staring at one friend of mine in class one day. She looked as if she was daydreaming about something. . . and found myself at crotch level with the same guy from the locker room. He was on his way to grab a towel from the stack nearby. I looked up at him, my face less than a foot from a noticeable bulge in his tight shorts. He just gave me another eyebrow raise, stepped over and grabbed a towel. As he passed by me again he paused, his crotch now even closer to my face."You look very comfortable in that position." He said in a low voice. Then he swayed his crotch a few inches closer to my face. Bindu. I am sure you will do well working here in New York. I must go now. Mr. Edwards is expecting me. Oh, do you know where the company offices are?" No, Sir. I have never been here before. Would you please tell me how to find them?"Mr. Brown laughed and walked to the nearest window. He held out his hand to the shy girl who joined him to peer out the window. With a bit of a laugh, Mr. Brown said. "The offices are right there." He indicated a large building directly across the street from. As I wasslapped awake, I felt his ejaculate surge onto my face. I was ordered to keepit there for the whole night and beyond. Another soldier, with an evil glintin his eye, handed me a cigarette and ordered me to extinguish it in my vagina.I winced, but nevertheless used one hand to open up my labia while the otherpushed the burning stick deep into me. I screamed in pain, but somehow thefirst sound of my own voice, along with the agony, awoke something in me. Memoriesof the Marquis came back to.