He turns me around, the cold cement under my knees; my lips are clamped together tightly and he laughs menacingly.“Like that is going to stop me,”...he murmurs.I hear a zipper followed by the sound of fabric hitting the ground. He presses his member to my lips rubbing the head over my lips, his pre-cum smearing my lipstick. “Open your mouth,” he hisses.I shake my head and he grabs my face with one hand pressing into my cheeks forcing my lips to part slightly, his other hand pries my mouth open. We work together, we work as partners. Deal?" I grinned at him. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all."Deal," I said as I stuck out my hand again. I was a little more confident in my handshake this time and he didn't try to crush it.Oh yeah. The other thing that made this year different from any other was my girlfriend. It wasn't Rose. Or Brenda, Samantha, Rachel, Whitney, or Liz. And it certainly wasn't Joanne.It all happened on Friday the first week of school. Rhonda Gordon walked right up. A man not under her thumb or spell for even a second? A man who could and would think for himself and openly reject society’s prevailing norms? A man who took delight in flouting the muddled message of mainstream morality? Alycen’s only previous lovers had been Dan’s own brother, David Leland, her estranged husband, a man by all accounts very old-school, very standard-fare Texan on the one hand, and Jeremy Ward, an easygoing, gregarious butcher who seemed to lack ambition for more from. "Finally," she thought to herself, "this isn't that comfortable anymore, but at least I'll be able to sleep." She was getting used to the feeling of her colon empty except for the rubber tube when she felt that tube jerk to life once more, again with the icy water. Once again, the gallery echoed with Sammy's hoarse screams.This pattern repeated all night long. Three icy cold enemas, one every fifteen minutes, followed by two hours of the warm flushing. The sun rose before Sammy's sightless.