The two coaches for the girls, one was very girlie. I mean one was very hot, she was right out of college and pretty. All the boys talked about her. T...e other coach seemed very manly, you know, short hair, shaped like a man, no makeup. She scared every one. I would always cut thru the girls locker room on the way out of school when I was done in the gym. I don't know why, guess I was hoping to catch some one naked which was stupid as everyone was always gone way before I got to go. Well today. While her husband's bodylay on a steel table in the morgue three floors below her; she'd givenbirth to a tiny baby boy.Throughout her young life, Mrs. Catherine Marsden never made any bonesabout her dislike for the male sex. She'd been abandoned by her father atan early age; this much was certain. The abuse that she'd claimed to havesuffered at the hands of her older brother and, later, her uncle, wasless so. The therapist to whom she'd confided these memories had beenunconvinced of their. Sex doll.I apparently looked in the mirror past the time the man was willing to wait and suddenly felt a shock vibrating through my entire body, originating from my neck and going down to my toes. I whirled around and saw a remote in the stranger's hands, then pieced together that this collar was no ordinary choker, it was actually an upgraded dog collar of sorts, where I would be shocked by his discretion. It hurt like hell and I pleaded with him to stop with my eyes, tears forming in the. I hear it snap close to my ear. I hear him laugh the worst wicked laugh I have ever heard in my life. It felt like it was from the devil himself. I can feel his hot breath on the back of my neck as I struggle to get free. This is what you want. He whispers in my ear. I don't want to be there anymore, I try to say the safe word to make him stop. I can't get myself to say it. I discover I am gagged and I try the safe sign, but I cannot remember what it is. I roll around in the bed trying to make.