Dripping they entered and took their topcoats off in the porch. "I need a shower," Sally sighed."You've been having one for the last hour," Billie qui...ped."A hot shower without clothes on stupid!" I'd like to see that!" Billie was in a buoyant mood now he was safe. "Surely it's worth at least a peek after guiding you down that trail? We could do some real bonding." I'd want you to do more than peek but the bonding could be fun." laughed Sally."Am I to be left out?" Gallie interrupted."Not. The stench was overwhelming of horses urine and faeces and the noise of motor vehicles horns and clattering hooves was quite deafening to my ears. The driver must have noticed for he turned to me, grinning, his black teeth looking like a row of old gravestones in his mouth. “Never been to the city before then, Miss?” he asked. “No, never!” I shouted back to make myself heard over the din. “Bit of an eye opener, then, innit,” he shouted back. “Indeed.” I replied. Nothing more was said after. Funny how that happened. We worked shift work, so some of our time was spent IM each other or on the phone. Wayne was my supervisor for the night and needless to say, he spent a lot of time hanging around my desk. Wayne became very flirtatious which was surprising to me. Wayne was like the white dude at work and I never got that impression that he like dark meat.Wayne always wanted to make sure I was okay. We talk about my inspirations for my poetry. I let Wayne know that most of what I wrote. By far the worst was the parasitic infections that drained me of my strength and my will to resist.In six months I was probably raped a hundred times. Trust me there is no such thing as laying back and enjoying it. Rough sex is one thing, real rape is quite another. Real rape is never about sex, it is about power. Who has the power and who doesn't.I remembered it all and I had dreams about it all. The doctor wanted me to see a therapist. We both recognized that I suffered from PTSD. We just.