He was charged for having sex with an u******ed girl and I was sent for psychiatric treatment for sexual abuse, when in reality, it was I who was the ...ggressor and this poor sap got eight years, for fucking a k**.I was sixteen and on my way home, back to my fathers place in a seedy part of the city, where abuse of women in the streets was well documented, and that excited me, I loved the idea of being seen as a pussy to be used and seeded, then discarded like a used condom, full of semen and. "No need to reply though, 'Andrew Winter' isn't it? I read some ofyour mail downstairs, but that's the least you must be worrying aboutright now" He laughed."T.. take what you want," I stammered, trying to placate him. "I won't doanything..." Damn right," he replied, "I'll take exactly what I please, and what Iwant now is a blow-job from a whore" Please no..." I whimpered."I wasn't asking, you sissy whore," he said with menace in his voice.I stood up slowly, pulling my panties up and walking. .winded. When she stepped aside I entered her cozy little apartment and she locked door behind me after shutting it. "What are you doing?" I asked. That was when I learned what Sutton's guilty face was. She looked away from me for a second before shrugging as nonchalantly as she could. "Just watching a movie." When she pointed at the TV I looked over and the credits were just ending. For a second I just stood there, staring down at her as she shifted from either foot. When my hand came up to. +++CHAPTER VI - SUNDAY" Like the bright arrows driven home in a multitude by Tuscan bowmen, Theflaming missiles of Eros stitch my heart "Sextus PropertiusUnconsciously, i awakened and stretched, eyes barely open without anyreal awareness. The embers from the subdued fire exuded a dull red glow.In the window, the gray of coming dawn was not yet tinged with truelight. Someone had added another blanket over the Afghan. Although thefire was now but a mere shadow of its former glory, i felt warm.