He could see that she blamed herself, that she came to invite the abuse, flirting with her tormentor, thinking that it was the only way he could love ...er, the only way she could be loved.Inside his own mind, the rage threatened to break free, tried to escape the box he had shoved it into, tried to force its way out so it could vent on the world at large.He nudged, sending her images of the first time he met her. He saw her interest, her almost automatic flirting. Images of him running, the. . being fucked ... that was the right word to use ... being fucked ... with everyone watching. Not being able to move. Powerless. Controlled.Nena felt a sudden emptiness in her stomach, an emptiness that both hurt and brought forth pleasure. That made her aware of being a woman. A woman with wants and needs. She felt a tingle rush through her that made her stomach drop. She shook her head back and forth quickly, confused. What is going on she thought? What is going on with me? In despair she. He couldn’t stand the thought of her creeping down the stairs, hoping against hope that he was already asleep so there wouldn’t be any kind of confrontation. He stared at a nearby suitcase. Where would he go? He could go to his parents but then he’d have to wake them up and give them some idea of what was happening and he relished that even less than trying to talk this out with the stranger upstairs. The clock told him the bars were still open. He could catch some pole-dancing action and have. Aiden is 57, 180lbs with jet black hair and a pair of abs you could grate cheese on. We all met in high school, and this was the summer before our senior year. Celia and I swore wed have those boys if it was the last thing we did this summer. Johnny had called me Wednesday and asked if Celia and I wanted to meet him and Aiden at the lake Friday afternoon. Of course we did! The plans were to stay in a hotel Friday night and leave Saturday afternoon. No one knew Celia and I were together. We.