She had no privacy, no dignity, it was all stripped from her. She had to piss and shit in a bucket, under the steely indifference of his gaze.She was ...ppalled when he first made her masturbate like some sort of trained seal. She felt her face glow scarlet as she knelt before him in the cage, her thighs spread and her ass resting on her heels as he’d instructed her and slipped her hands over her small breasts, twisting and tugging the nipples that were already erect like hard, aching nubs.. By the time I was four or five, I slept in Joe's bed. Mom would put me down for the night, turn out the light, and before she got to the end of the hall, I'd be on my way to Joe's bed for a snuggle and warmth.Her face glowed with love, even as she talked about two complete strangers as far as reality was concerned. Joe was tight as a piano wire listening to her."I guess I was about twelve, and Joe was still bathing me in the big bath tub in my parent's room, when he accidentally touched my. .. make-up." Well, you ARE supposed to be a clown. And the costume they sent is fora girl clown. But I'm not going to ask any of my girlfriends to do this.I need a man. One who's short and fat, like the outfit."Close to tears at the thought of being put on display, laughed at, anddropped repeatedly into a tank of water, I tried to pull myself together.After all, this WAS for charity. I took a deep breath and said, "Allright. I'll do it."She was only half listening to me, already fussing. The whole way downtown in the car I blared the local country station and made everyone laugh with my dead on knowledge of George Strait lyrics. I was sure by Monday word would be around the department and I would no longer be the hip, cool girl, but more like the trailer queen. Well, who cares what they think…that’s what I say! Inside the bar I grabbed a bottle of Coors Light and planted myself in the middle of the scuffed wooden floor to watch the band. I had heard about the show on the radio.