I took my ramen out of the microwave and rushed back to my room slamming the door behind me. I looked in the mirror doors of my closet and saw my refl...ction standing there staring at me. This would be normal except the only problem was I wasn't standing. I had sunk to the floor curled up in a ball traumatized. He rolled his eyes, "Will you get up it's embarrassing" and I did I don't know how but I was suddenly standing. "Now we need to talk. First, stop looking so fucking pitiful all the time. He grabs the lining of her panties with his hands pulling them down slowly, then seem to change his mind and let go of them again. He looks at her, licks his lips. Takes a hold of her hips and grip the panties there instead as he lets his teeth grab them from behind he slowly pull them down. The tip of his nose stroking down the crack of her bum. She twitches slightly by the tension of waiting, while he keeps moving downhill, he lets go of the panties with his mouth breathing hard against her. I felt a combination of pride and something else... A little nervous excitement.When she returned he watched her again. I wondered if she had noticed... Right then our names were called and we went to the hostess stand and then to our table. Dinner was phenomenal. We skipped going out that night; instead, she grabbed me by the hand and said let's go back up to the room. I opened the door for her and followed her inside. As soon as I closed the door, she came up to me, placed her arms on my. Crack heads and alcoholics were hiding in the surrounding rooms, getting their fix; checking out of reality for a while. I stood motionless in the closet. The slats were barely open enough to see anything. Across from me was a mirror so I could see the bed. The room stunk, I can't imagine using the space for anything other than filthy sex. A booming knock on the door made get nervous, it was on. She let in two thugs who talked more ghetto than english. They showed little attention to.