I was afraid of what I’d discover but I knew it was there, I’d felt its pull in the murmuring discontent that always floated above me like a thin,...gray cloud in a clear blue sky. Mona was right. Mona was always right. She would degrade me . . . and I would be more excited than I had ever been before. “Am I a sexual pervert,” I asked. “It’s only natural,” she said. I had met Mona the other night. She took me home where she and her young lover Carole had sexually humiliated me in ways I could. She was still using one crutch to get around on. Somehow she'd found where I had gone. She'd helped gather my clothes, lock the silo, and make our painful way back to the house. Most of the clan was still on campus, so I guess I didn't raise much of an eyebrow walking naked across the yard in ten degree weather, leaving bloody footprints behind me.I was beyond tears. The water stung the bloody scrapes and gashes from beating on the railroad tie. My hands would be a bloody swollen mess when I. She had seriously wanted herfuture husband to tell me how hot I looked? Really bizarre. However, Ididn't want to oppose this weirdness of hers as it was benefiting me bymaking Pete suffer.My perspective on my life was so unusual, I considered the positives ofbeing in the hospital, at least in the hospital I could miss work and Ididn't have to give oral and anal sex to that Aussie jerk Christopher. Mybroken lower ribs on my right side had to be in a cast. When I returnedto work it was only a day. It was a night even more sexy and wonderful than the first time we all masturbated together. Tyler and I were now back to fucking just about every night again even more than we did when we were first together. Sex was never far from our minds since we had started with Mark and Denise. Next was the larger group and, of course, Tyler was all excited, could hardly talk of anything else. He had a hard-on almost all the time. Me? Oh, while I had gotten used to being naked with our neighbors, well,.