She was now attending an alternative school while she received counseling to deal with her trauma. He was pleased that she seemed to be recovering, no...matter how slowly, and she seemed more and more comfortable with his visits.A solitary tear splashed onto the photo, and he quickly brushed it off. There was no way she would want anything to do with him when she found out that not only did he witness Tyson's "sex game" and do nothing about it, but that he also participated. Much to Bobby's. My mother was more than happy to hear about how brilliant her son was and gave the go ahead.After she cut the call, she said in a voice that would be carried to the others. “Go to my library and pick up To Kill a Mockingbird. We will start with that.”Everybody gave me quizzical looks as they left. Once we were alone, she led me to her bedroom and closed the door. She turned on her computer and I watched her double-click Chandru’s id. In the window, she typed a single question, “Ready?”“Yes”,. She doesn't even talk to the men on the staff. It's like we're her only friends here. Perhaps she's sending us signals and we need to see if they're the real thing. Oooh, I could get into a threesome with you and her." "Okay," said Francine. "You'd better hurry back before the bell sounds. Let me know what she says." Leaning forward on her desk, she mouthed "I love you" to Elaine. Elaine quietly blew her a kiss and mouthed the same words to Francine, then she was out the door. Approaching her. "Shut up whore" he said, speaking for the first and only time. Then he got dressed and left.I was fucked by two more guys like this. They came in, fucked me, filled me with their load and left. Each time I felt less like a person and more like piece of meat for these strangers. I began to understand that this was my place. My destiny. I was worthless unless I was being used like this by strangers. While I laid there alone in the dark motel room I made a promise to myself that I would dedicate.