Slave abby is standing nearby. She is dressed in a 1-piece rubber suit thatcovers her from her neck to her feet. She wears a collar around her neck, a...dthe zipper of the suit is padlocked to the collar, which is itself padlockedshut. There is no escape for slave abby from the suit now. There is no accessto her privates, either. The only concession to her basic physical needs, isa catheter that is inserted into her urinary tract. The tube bifurcates andwhen she pees, will carry the fluid equally. Just drop it."Eve replied, "I'm not asking you to tell me everything- like you aresitting on a therapist's couch or something. I just think that if Iknow, well I can help you. You aren't in this alone."I said, "Until you start treating me like Ryan Sullivan, and not somelittle kid- I'm not telling you shit. I can't trust you. You get allfucking emotional, and it messes with my head- and it's not helpingstuff."I would take this secret to the grave. Eve and Greg would never look atme the same way. I slide my tights off and throw them in the back, tits still hanging out of my shirt. Then comes the sweater, so all I have now is my small tank top, still with my tits hanging over the top, but he didn’t say leave the top, so I slip that off too. He keeps driving, but I can tell by the bulge in his pants, that he’s also looking.I’m fully naked in the passenger seat at this point and visible to any car or anyone who might be on the road too. We are nearing a small town, and I reach for my. I remember seeing June and the looks of horror on her face before I finally did pass out with shock setting in. June's horror was seeing my arm seeming to blowup internally and filling with blood. It was like I was bleeding out within myself.When I came to consciousness my arm was heavily splinted and boarded at a slight angle at my side. June was there, as was Coach Winters. Once I got cobwebs lose and seemed lucid enough to understand they explained my situation. Weeks before, when I was hit.