Well her chosen one turned out to be a surgeon named Ken, a friend from uni, masterful, tall, good looking and 2 years older than both of them at 35 w...th successful practice and private surgery in the city he specialised in facials, sex changes, nip and tuck that sort of thing. He was single, and Barry had shared the early bath of rugby at uni so he knew that he was well hung.The evening was to be a Saturday in November, she cooked a stunning meal, and He supplied the wine, still unsuspecting. Melissa pulled out a sleeping mask and put it on Louisa. She did not, however, cover Louisa’s eyes because Louisa needed to see one more item. Leaving the mask on the now trembling girl’s forehead, she next pulled a fat ended riding crop out of the bag. Louisa whimpered when she saw it. Melissa positioned the mask over her eyes to lock the image in the “filly’s” mind.Melissa smiled at the wide-eyed Jake as she took the last item out of the bag. It was a strap-on with a very large phallus. His. You have a deep bruise on the outside of your knee where you were struck.”“You mean, I might not be able to run ... ever?” I asked, almost fearing to hear him confirm it.“That’s a possibility. It’s too soon to know. Monday will tell the tale. However, despite all the damage, you’ll certainly be able to walk and continue your normal day-to-day mobility. I suspect you will be a candidate for a full knee replacement sometime in the future, but that’s a premature guess on my part.”I was not. I feel angry, I feel unworthy, I feel caged and I feel empty. These emotions make me want to break free — to leave this life in search of another for nothing I or anyone else does makes me feel truly happy and conflict free. To fill the gap I harbour in my soul seems pointless — neither family member nor any person on this earth can change the way I am. Death seems to be my only solution- my only escape and yet fate has not allowed me to leave this place and, I haven't the courage to do so.