"It had been a week since Wendy had first arrived at the door of the apartment. Since, Rhonda had suffered through endless nights of sexual torture. E...ic's sadistic lovemaking had become even more extreme, Rhonda, at times, begging him to stop, but her cries for mercy were met only with his laughter and renewed vigor."One of the surveillance discs is missing. I know that idiot Mark has the hots for your ex-roommate Wendy. She took it and you helped her." I don't know what you're talking. But this was also so unexpected and I didn't know how to deal with it. This was not a scenario or circumstances I'd ever thought about of considered. It simply wasn't in my point of reference.I felt dirty. I felt disgusted and humiliated. My psyche was destroyed, broken down and submissive in its deep humiliation. Something in my mind was telling me that I deserved this. That this was what I was and that I had to submit to my role as a slut for men. I was a mess! My mind was a mess!Obediently. Is it just because I want to touch her?Hallie & Jonathon –Please allow me to do that for you.Hallie –Oh my god! Did I just do the modern equivalent of a Victorian woman dropping her handkerchief? With my years of yoga I can easily do this myself. Even in heels that are sinking in to the ground.So now I stand as Jonathon kneels in front of me, clasping my calf in his hand as he deftly removes my shoe. I wonder if he used to do this for his ex-girlfriend? His hand feels so nice. Now he is. If I hadn't needed it I wouldn't have slept so soundly. I thought of having a quiet day and then I realised I had to see Ethel and then it came back to me, I was going to try and bring her down a peg or two. I hate being treated as an insignificant.Instead of donning a suit, and after all it was Saturday, I put on just a pair of trousers and a shirt, no tie and slipped on a pair of slip-on shoes no socks. I don't think the dress will impress Ethel and after all she was really paying me, I.