She wanted my hands over my head and then tie my wrists so that one was around one side of the pillar and the other wrists around the other side. The ...illar was so big that my hands wouldn’t touch together behind the pillar. They were maybe a foot apart with the rope running between them. Julianne did the tying while Kasey and Chris just watched. With my hands tied over my head and around the pillar, I did notice that my already short skirt was pulled up higher and my breasts were protruding. I. I came so many times, imagining your hair in my hands, that handsome head between my thighs. My eyes would then open in the dark and I’d be holding nothing but thin air, alone with my tears. I’d tighten my fist, my nails piercing my skin, hard, until I’d bleed, hating myself, hating my life, though no one ever noticed the cuts. Why was I cursed like this? I didn’t know, I’d never know. I knew I could never have you, that there would always be a wall between us, a wall that only I could see.. He turned to Roger. May we come in. Id rather you didnt, Roger growled. We can do our business here on the porch if youd rather, John said. He turned his head slightly toward Belle. Take off your clothes, dear. Roger flinched and swung open the door. Come in, you sick fuck. As soon as they were inside, John had Belle strip naked. He showed Roger her tattoos, his fingers running over Rogers wifes skin like he was showing Roger a lawnmower or a vending machine. This one, John said, pointing to a. She turned her face away from me, but I could still see the corner of an upturned smile. She reached up and pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear. I decided that she must be shy. She looked to be about sixteen or seventeen. She was petite in stature, maybe 5 feet tall. She’s a stunning caramel mocha-colored African American, um Black, um Negro. (Hell, it was never this hard to describe the ladies I used to date.) She is slender, but she still had the beginnings of curves that showed.