I wondered what I could do. Could I get her out of there? Did I even want to get her out of there?Going to Bridewell on a Friday– alone – became m... habit. I came to recognise the regulars. The two old women, who would shout out barbed comments occasionally. Some of those solitary men. The students. The whores with their shouts of support. Most of the time I was disappointed. I saw a buxom gypsy birched – which meant she was stripped naked - for brawling, 12 vivid streaks marking her tawny. So, being the nice guy that i am, i never really joined their conversations about fuckin her. i was raised in a military family and thats just not my style and its disrespectful. ANyways, im stayin late after practice one night taking a few extra grounders at 3rd base and all that good shit when i decide to go take a shower. so im in the shower and i hear the locker room door open, i assume its just one of the guys or some shit so i think nothing of it and just make sure my curtain is shut. i. He pulled the small piece of rag away and threw it into the crowd. I was now standing in the middle of the dance area stark naked in front of all the other guests. My tits, my ass, and my smooth shaven cunt on show to them all. Tell me you want me to fuck you slut, he growled to me, as he began to wank me again. Yes, yes, fuck me pleaseee, I wailed back at him. You want me to fuck your worthless body in front of all these people, hey slut, he shouted at me. Yes, now, fuck me here, now, I. Every face I saw triggered a memory, every hug or pat on the back seemed to bring more pain. It finally hit me. I’d never had a chance to grieve for my family. I’d had to jump straight in, arrange the funerals, deal with the insurance, and try to save the company. Plus, I never had anyone to grieve with. Every one close to me was gone. Kim acted sympathetic, but I could sense she never really gave a rat’s butt about it.Now, twenty months later I sat here, surrounded by families I’d known since.