Who am I you ask? Well today I answer to slut, whore, bitch, cunt, or whatever screwed up name he gives me. Before he got to me, before all of this ha...pened to me I was known as Ivy. So I guess the best place to begin my story is at the beginning. &hearts,&hearts,3 years ago&hearts,&hearts, Ivys P.O.V. I was a senior in high school, had just turned 18 two weeks prior, and was looking forward to graduation in about a month. As a straight a student I was never in trouble, but I wasnt a goody two. I walked over to thebar and ordered a Guinness, receiving a rather odd look from thebartender who had been dispensing typical American piss-water beer allnight. As I drank, I scanned the room for a willing subject, and itdidn't take long before I spotted her. Sitting in the corner againstthe juke box was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen.Young, long blond hair, and at least as far as I could tell, a body todie for. As I looked at her, she noticed my gaze and smiled broadlyback. Why, it's because Pete deserves it! It was his fault she began having sex with other men, and now that she enjoys her lust with these men, he finds himself jealous and nervous. His wife returns to him with a look of lust and desire in her eyes. It is simply too bad now, when they come around her she has to cross her legs. Because as soon as she sees them, her panties grow wet...she knows she is about to be fucked! One night I went over to hang out when the door bell rand and three guys came in. Annie was planning on ignoring them but was not terribly subtle about doing so her eyes very visibly avoiding where they were placed.“I know I am embarrassing you my dear but it is for your own good. I know pretty much everything going on here and that includes that your marriage is in trouble not through lack of love but boredom. That is ridiculous I will not permit it.” For once the gentle lady showed the steel of her ancestors who had taken on all that the Highlands of Scotland could throw.