" Who were these students? Why did they care so badly about who I was living with?"Look, all I'm doing is giving her a place to stay for now. Would yo... prefer she was homeless? Because that's the alternative. I've tried getting her some space--"He put up a hand to stop me. "Okay, okay. Look, it's just not a very good looking situation all right? Don't put her out on the street, but try to find another place." There was an implicit or else in his tone, for all he tried to seem friendly. The. My destiny. I was worthless unless I was being used like this by strangers. While I laid there alone in the dark motel room I made a promise to myself that I would dedicate the rest of my life to this. To have cock and cum in me as often as possible was my goal. I began chanting my head my new mantra: I am a worthless whore. I deserve to be used. I live to serve. I am a faggot cumdump. I repeated these words and felt true bliss because I knew I was where I belonged.The next time I heard the. As to healing us, I know I still hurt when I move, and Michelle said I'll feel it for the next few days..."Sasha stopped talking as a spasm of pain raced through her back. Crying out, Linda started rubbing her back.Linda laid the girl down on her belly and started massaging her. With each press, she felt the muscles calm down until she realized Sasha was sleeping. Standing up, she went downstairs, to the RV's living room."How is she?" Michelle asked from where she was sitting."Sleeping. She had. And call me Jonah." Thank you, Jonah. I'm Polly." You want a cracker?" he said grinning."I love crackers," Polly said. "Are you from the South?" Memphis. Coming out is hard in Tennessee." Coming out is hard everywhere,"Polly said."True, true. Technically, I call myself a pansexual. But I haven't beenwith a woman for years. Not even a trans woman." Why waste time with trans women?" Polly said, laughing gently."Polly, you'll have to go on some of these excursions with us. We'replanning a trip to.