“Shit” Again. Not terribly creative with words. She clamped her arms over herself.I sighed internally. This was the closest thing to sex I’d had...in four months. “I can get you a sweater or something”“As long as it isn’t that slut’s.”I walked over and found one of my hooded sweatshirts, which she pulled on and zipped quickly. She began to squirm, pulled her arms in from the sleeves and then after several gyrations dropped her soaked button up shirt and bra out the bottom and pushed her arms back. "But he came back," Stephen said.I nodded. "At a party. Told me if I ever told anybody he'd cut my balls off. He never, you know..." I looked out the passenger window. "I only blew him twice. There was never any sex. No anal sex, I mean." And this was when?" I could tell he was angry."About six months ago, I guess." And nothing since?" I was on the verge of tears. I may have sniffed because he said: "Don't you cry, Michael. You cry, and I'll put you out of my car. You understand me?" Yes, sir,". "That's oo-kay. Bye."I yelled so loudly that I was probably heard in neighboring county!"Sara, wait!"I heard the door closing as I ran, my hands still dripping water. I rushed past a confused Lily, and opened the door. Sara must have heard something as she was standing a few feet away."Sara, wait. Don't go."She turned to look at me and only then I realized myself that I was in fact wearing an apron. I looked at her and she looked at me and my hands that were still dripping water. Why didn't I. He locked the door behind them and turned off most of the lights. Someone walking by could still peer in and see the front of the gallery.Then he walked up behind me, unbuttoned my gown, and it slipped down, leaving me only in my lingerie and heels. He undressed while staring at me."You have lust in your eyes, Jill. What have you been thinking of tonight?" that voice pouring over me like melted milk chocolate ready to satisfy my sweet tooth."I thought of you taking me here," and I pointed to.