An old man walked by with one of those gadgets that could find coins and metal in the sand. He was intent on finding something and was unaware of her ...itting there. She smiled at the old man. So content he was in his search of buried treasure she thought.She leaned back against her pillow now, which was leaned up against the huge rock and opened her book. Another Victorian bodice ripper, she thought to herself with a smile. She did feel better today, the doctor was right. Being outside was good. Oh, fuck, would you just do me, I thought. My head was starting to spin a little.Maddeningly, he walked off and picked up the camera and a light and started taking photos again. But only a few, because there wasn’t much I could do, in the way of posing. I just tried to look haughty and smouldering and statuesque. He walked over and untied the ropes around my neck and shoulders. I thought, OK, finally, here it comes. He pulled me over to the corner of the darkroom and looped the rope up over and. Your imposing men on me for sex served you and your needs. Donald is looking out for me and my interests. In many ways, what is happening now is a consequence of some of your decisions.” “And you didn’t enjoy those men? Was it someone else I heard moaning and begging them to cum in you?” “Jeff those were things I said to make them cum sooner and get the sex over with.” “And you never came, ever?” “Once I did, but once out of… I don’t know how many times was not meeting my needs. Those times. That decision was made easy by three e-mails I had received. The first one offered to send me video of the poster and his young sister performing my favorite sex acts. "She'll do anything you want to."The next was pretty similar. A guy wanted me to write a story about him raping his sisters, aged 16, 14, and 9. Needless to say I deleted it after I forwarded it to the FBI. Even that wasn't the most disturbing e-mail.A woman sent me the worst one. It was a three page rant about sexism and my.