I had broughtdown an old pair of pants, sweatshirt, and shoes, all destined for thetrash. I put those on, and then carried my bat and a box of my thi...gs toa men's room in one of the buildings on campus, a few blocks from thecar. I changed in a handicapped stall. I finished my makeup in front ofthe washstand mirror. No interruptions (though I had imagined that itmight be fun if someone had come in then).I left the box and the old clothes behind and stepped outside into abeautiful day. I put. They were just sex objects to him and his pal, not loving wives like I hope they will learn to become with me. That abuse still makes me angry when I think of it.In many ways, my part of my task is to apologise for the sins of other men.”He paused before going on.“Bravura is the only one who wasn’t raped. She remained a virgin, but sustained many bruises and a broken arm defending herself from Gobango. She was lucky, for he was a known killer. Two of the women were forcibly removed from their. Well she even admitted she was a huge slut. She probably woke up like this a lot. Camden doesn’t seem like she was forced. Guess I have to go find somewhere else to sleep tonight. I should have found a girl to sleep with in her bed.Out in the shared den area I found a pile of nearly naked sleeping girls. While that wasn’t exactly crazy, seeing Bart’s head poking out from in the middle of them was unexpected. Even with two having some suspicious crusty places on their clothes I couldn’t be sure. After getting the temperature right she stepped into the warm spray. It helped ease the tension in her neck and shoulders a lot. On the ledge was a pink bar of soap. Lifting it to her nose she inhaled deeply. Roses, her favorite flower. She lathered the poof till the soap was a soft foam. She enjoyed the way it felt on her skin. Soft and silky running between her breast, down her abdomen. Feeling it flow lower still, tickling and enticing as it made its way down. Lacy hadn’t realized till then.