”“Slut” she quickly said. She hurried on because she knew it would be difficult to do what she knew she had to do. Taking a deep breath she said...to him:“Look this has finally got to stop. All this dirty stuff. I just can’t continue to do it. You keep forcing me to...” Roger slapped her across the face.She gasped audibly, looked around wildly and noting with chagrin that the usher, that Chet, was watching their little balcony scene.Roger plunged on: “Shut the fuck up, you pig!” She was quiet. I had been dating my high school sweetheart going on three years and things were going well for us. In high school, I had taken a lot of heat because Sheryl was younger than me. In those days, age mattered when dating someone. Now that I was in college, it really didn’t matter any more. The distance was tough at first, since Sheryl was still in our home town, but we managed to adjust and find a routine together. I’d make as many trips home as possible to see her, but it was definitely more fun. He punched her right in the stomach, doubling her over. He took off his headscarf and tied her wrists behind her back leaving her there on the floor. He put his hand out and I put twenty-five dollars in it. Then he was gone and I locked the front door.I helped her to her feet but held onto her arm. I walked her toward the back of the store turning out the lights as I went. I led her up the stairs to the second floor. Then I led her up to the third floor where I lived.Once inside my apartment I. He pulled his fingers from inside her, but before he could slip them between his lips, Courtney pulled them to hers instead. The taste and scent of her wetness were exciting enough. The brightening of Trent’s expression was even better. When she let his fingers go, he sat back on the bed.Pierce squatted down and pulled off one of his roommate’s shoes, and then the sock. Trent lifted his other foot, and Courtney took care of that shoe and sock. Then, both of them slid Trent’s pants down, making.