What was happening to her?It seemed like it had creeped up on her, until now, where she could nolonger even pretend it wasnt happening anymore.First t...ere had been snatches of images from her sleep, and then a fewweeks ago she had done a double take at a muscular man in a tight shirt,and had been so upset at herself she had to find a quiet corner to takesome deep breaths until she calmed down.That was bad, but now, with Don, it was a thousand times worse.She had been part of a nice conversation. .. It feels ... freeing? Or something?”Robin had heard most of what Cyndi was saying, though she missed some when Bree’s thighs clamped around her face hard a couple times. She was worried for a second that Cyndi was spilling too many secrets, but Amber’s reaction seemed ok, and when Bree reached down, patting her head, she simply concentrated on her task.“You let your brother watch you with Cyndi? My gosh ... you are such a dirty little girl ... you like it when I call you a dirty girl? I bet. My walk always takes the same route: walk down the street for 10 minutes, turn left, walk down another one for 20 minutes, cut through the industrial district to save a 15 minute detour and then another 5 minutes on the main roads. I know it by heart, and can walk through it with my eyes closed ... or so I thought...I walk through the industrial area which is full of abandoned buildings, garbage dumpsters, graffiti and other unmentionable things, but I'm usually out of there in no time anyway.. Call me Skipper. That's what they've been calling me for the past 15 years. Been too long now to even remember my real name."She chuckled heartily at that and ran her pink fingers through her long hair. She leaned into me and spoke in a schoolgirl voice. "You're funny. Why haven't I seen you here before?" Just got out of jail, hon. Yep. Been in the slammer for 15 years." Her face turned serious but she made no move to leave. Her silence egged me on to tell her my whole life story. "I actually.