When we finally left to make our way to the Radio City Music Hall, I wasmore than ready to perform a concert. The excitement I felt before everyshow w...s already building as we arrived at the historic building and madeour way inside. The grandeur and the luxury that were displayed allaround us took my breath away instantly, and I marveled that I wasactually going to get a chance to perform here!---Darkness descended around me, and I turned and hustled toward the side ofthe stage for my second. When I finished office due to personal reasons I was in bad mood and I picked half of whiskey from the wine shop and forget about her.When I reached home I started drinking and then after 2-3 pegs down she called and asked where I am. I said I am in the room, she hung up the phone and after few seconds my door knocked. I opened the door to my utter surprise she at the door and was very angry at me. She entered my room and closed the door and started shouting at me in hindi “ sharam nahi aati. He looked up and noticed various people with their hands touching their crotches, and realized that nobody really felt ashamed of the watching the public spectacle. On the contrary, most people seemed to be having a pretty good time. Even one of the teenage girls whom had just joined the crowd, had her fingers rummaging around between her thighs and John could clearly see her rubbing the crotch of her jeans. “In my ass. I want your cock in my ass,” sighed Melissa. John slid from Melissa’s. Months, maybe years of therapy could never erase or ease the memories of that dreadful night.Every time Libby closed her eyes, she could see his face. The menacing look in his eyes penetrated into her soul. Knowing he would be behind bars did little to comfort her. She wanted the pain to go; she wanted to be that happy, cheerful girl she had been before meeting him.Seeing the smirk on her attacker's face for the last time just brought the memories flooding back. She wanted to throw up, but most.