“How are you, baby?” she asked.Surprisingly, I wasn’t in a lot of pain anymore, but I felt weak and drawn out.“I’m tired Honey, but other th...n that, I guess I’m fine. What day is it?”It’s Friday afternoon, you’ve been out for about fifteen hours. Doctor Willis said you’d feel tired for a few days, because you lost a lot of blood before he finally staunched the flow. He worked on you for over two hours and dug eight pellets out of you. The good news is that except for a couple of blood vessels,. Billy pulled out and wiped my tears. “It’s ok baby you’re my girl now, it’ll be better next time. Just don’t’ tell anyone.” Then he was gone, and I was left alone the only good thing was that I loved the feeling of cum dripping down my legs. The bad thing was I was such a slut I didn’t like being fucked gently, even a gentle rape. What was I going to do? Billy followed me around the next couple of days, but I made sure I was never alone. It wasn’t that I minded if he fucked me, it just. I suppose it doesn’t help that I really do want that big romantic amazing relationship that only happens in chick flicks. It’s it really so much to ask for a guy to want me more than his next beer? My most recent ex, and by ex I mean guy I was settling for because the sex was ok and that was better than the three month dry spell before that was a cop. It’s true, there’s a certain sexiness that goes with the serve and protect/uniform man but his affinity for trying to choke me as he came really. I reached the shop and met the boss. "Ready?" she asked.And then I realised, I'd been looking at the wrong girl!Not the shy, dumpy, podgy, snub nosed girl, but a very slim petite self confident lass; the sort that has never worn make-up or jewellery because she doesn't need to, and despite being no more than 5ft tall, had the confidence not to wear heels.Suddenly my thoughts changed completely - I DID fancy this girl, but how could a girl with such self-confidence have remained a virgin to the.