.. after all if that's what needed." No, Sally," a dumpy brunette standing opposite her folded her arms. "Can't you see that's just giving in to them?... We're not supposed to use names," a redhead standing beside Sally said. "Please don't use names, they might be listening." And you," the brunette was scornful, "you're every bit as much help to them as you can be, Anna and what are you getting for it? Is your chain any longer than mine? Is your collar not as tight as mine? Are you raped less. As he eased past me I could smell him, his cologne and sweat caused my nostrils to flare, I was in heat as I closed my front door, 'Would you like a coffee', I asked him, a rush was coursing through me, I was alone with a young man and I was warm and naked under this housecoat, and it was not even buttoned up, if I took my hand of the flaps it would open up and let him see my naked body.'Thank you, yes I would love one', his answer interrupted my train of sexual innuendo, I was startled. She clocked him with a right hook making him see darkness.He woke up naked. He was still in pain. Michelle was sitting on a chairlooking through his porn DVD's. Some staring her."You little pervert ... you been watch me all this time" I know I am sinner ... please show mercy" He cried "Please God"She slapped him hard."Shup up loser" She Said "I'm your Goddess now. Pray to me. Put your handtogether loser. Use it for something other then Jacking off" Please My goddess show Mercy" He Said. ’ ‘Gotcha. This isn’t easy for you. I can tell.’ Is it that obvious? I don’tknow how to respond, so I do what I typically do in those situations: I retreat. I tiptoe away, leaving my body to enjoy her touch without the interference of my mind. Alone in my little emotional cave, safe and dark, I wonder why I invest so much energy into hiding my insecurities. In so doing, what do I achieve? More importantly, perhaps, what do I lose? The deepest, most fulfilling relationships I’ve ever known are.