When it was her turn to give up her clothes, Amy asked, "We aren't taking our clothes with us?" Nope," said Kelly. "We did the first few times we went...bareback riding, but we found out that we didn't need them and it took up room in the saddlebags. We are using the room that the clothes would take up in the saddlebags for things that we really need out on the trail."While she wasn't sure about giving up her clothes and being so far away from them, Amy did give them to Helen. Amy watched as. “Tommy don’t cotton to no tattoos,” she continued, broadening the accent for effect.“You ARE in a good mood.”“Yes. Mizz Donna explained the facts about timelines and life and stuff.”“Mizz Donna,” I repeated.“Yes, Cindy’s mom. Mister Bill’s wife. Mother to Elise and carrying Bill Junior. Who did a bunch of stupid shit before she leveled out.”“I heard that she was a redemption story. Never pushed for details.”“You never pushed me for details either, Tommy, but I’ve kept nothing from you; not when. Her moans are loud and she pushes against the wall for support as her juices squirt hard out of her. She sees stars.Slowly, she opens her eyes, panting. The ache has dulled but it is nowhere near being satisfied. Then she hears the door to her apartment close and a smile forms across her face.Quickly, Evony cuts off the water and slips out, grabbing a towel. Half-heartedly she dries off and tosses the towel to the floor. In all her naked glory, she rushes from the bathroom and into the hall. “I couldn’t stop him from shaming me in front of you.” I wept.“I’d rather see that than still be tied up.” The bitterness in her voice bit me.I left her, to crawl in next to Donald. I hugged his limp body for comfort he couldn’t give.Terry found us together. He untied my husband and shook him awake. “Huh? I’m so sleepy.”“Feeling any pain, Pal?” Terry grinned.I scooted back and curled into a fetal ball, watching this horrid man destroy my husband.“I know what this is, you bastard. I tried it in.