The great shame of having to tell an adult that I was made to submit to accept sex from three guys was enough to keep me from reporting them to school...officials. Yet I found myself constantly called upon to suffer there maniacally and of time severe intrusions. It was doing and after one such incident that one or all of them told me I was '...their bitch...' This hunted me to no limit till one day Bruce stopped me and told me to come to the house where they first took me. He was very clear that. "My eyes were slightly squinting in my anger. He was only worried because I caught him? I didn't want to but I continued to listen to him only letting out, "Hmpf." That was Amy, my ex-wife," he said with a hint of disgust."What?" I said looking at him completely confused."Let me finish," he said grabbing my hand again, this time I didn't throw it away."I haven't seen her since she moved out. Apparently she was in town for a family gathering. It was a weird twist of fate that she and I were at. She quickly stripped her wet things off, dropping them in a pile on the floor, then opened the closet door, astonished at the beautiful things she found inside. There were dozens of negligees, mostly small sizes like her. A few skirts which she thumbed through looking at the sizes. Four or five blouses which she knew would all fit her. Finally settling on a tiny micro mini that fit her body perfectly. Picking up a thin beige blouse she slipped it on and looked at her self in the mirror covering. She gave her daughter’s hand a reassuring squeeze them and stood up, leaving the room without a word. Caroline gratefully closed her eyes.*Outside the room, Rose gave a deep breath to calm her thundering heart and leaned against the wall. What had she done? Whatever had she done? She continued to breathe deeply and then, once she felt sure herself, she went back downstairs and out to the pool. Helen looked up.“Is she okay?”“Yes she’s fine.” Rose tried to sound natural.“Did you talk?” Rose.