Before giving it to me she pressed her lips to the front of it, leaving a lipstick kiss. “Just so you know who it’s from,” she giggled, “becau...e I didn’t write my name on it.” As I pulled up to her high rise apartment building she softly said “Thank you so much, Jerry, that was a truly delightful evening, and I learned so much, including how to make mushroom risotto.” “I enjoyed it immensely,” I said as my voice cracked. “I’ll call you about the car next week. Thanks again.” With that she. It looks so sexy!Here we are swimming in the lake and everyone is happy.Here I am on my knees looking up. Someone stands behind me, their hand rests on my shoulder. I smile: fulfilled, happy, safe, at peace.They are taking something from me again. The sense of anger I used to have because I had been stolen. The determination I used to keep inside me, the determination that one day I would see someone again – but I can hardly remember his name anymore. It was a man. Was it my father, or someone. “Put your left hand on the table” he instructs.I put my hand on the table and he gets behind me. He puts his arms around me and puts the cue in my hands the proper way. He puts his hands on mine and we bend over the table a little. He guides me making a shot. “See, just like that.” He says. As a horny young girl, I’m acutely aware of how he’s touching me, and how the front of his jeans brushes my ass.He puts his hand on my waist “Move over here, we’ll try another.” I’m excited by his. My eyes moved to look at each of them as they painted. I found myself looking to the one guy the most. I couldn’t help but to wonder why he wanted my glasses on. Out of all of them, he seemed to be the most focused. His eyes didn’t just look at me. It was more like he was examining me, copying my image into his mind, then working it onto the canvas. Back and forth they all looked and I looked at each of them. From one to the next I looked, trying not to think about being naked. Then as I looked.