The last shred of any remaining self-respect seemed to disappear at that moment. I cringed in bed that night, but despite all the degrading events of ...ecent weeks, couldn’t help myself. I reached over and picked up a pair of Jennifer’s worn panties and, to my shame, wanked off with them.I must have fallen into a very deep sleep immediately afterward. Next morning, I was rudely woken from my slumbers by the door of my ‘cupboard’ being flung open.“So, Jennifer, this is where Peter sleeps now.”I. From the song "Angie Baby" written by Alan O'Day and sung by Helen Reddy in 1974This series of stories is inspired from my own struggle with marginal Borderline Personality Disorder, but none of the persons, incidents, or depictions are real - in everyday reality or in my own personal realities. Each story stands on its own, but uses characters and references from other stories in the series.The over-riding theme of the series is BDSM, even though some of the individual stories more properly. . RAZOR-sharp!"Nancy moved the blade to the side of Tonya's neck; Tonya went white with fear, gulped, and started shaking uncontrollably."I'm not going to hurt you, but I think I'll have to use this to undress you, though...", Nancy sneered.Nancy took the skate-blade in her right hand, held the collar of Tonya's shirt with the other, and started slicing through the fabric. The blade made its way down the front of her shirt, and Tonya shook harder as it sliced the fibers with a "RRRRRIIPP!!!!",. And I fight with it the rest of the day. Should I talk to her? But once I do... I'll know, and it has the potential to hurt. A high potential. And I can take physical pain, I can ignore that, but I can't take the emotional pain. I can't fight it. And I'll do anything to avoid it. But I can't keep going like this, my mom's word burrowing deeper into my brain, sowing these pessimistic seeds of doubt. And Carly notices my long looks at her, she senses that I'm almost constantly on the verge of.