At her suggestion, I’ve decided it time we start a twenty-four-seven radio watch. You got the first shift. Listen and log, let’s see what’s goi...g on out there." She paused and sniffed as she knelt and held open my dingy, used to be white underwear. "Don’t you have anything clean?" I do," I said, "back in my room. I didn’t pack." I thankfully touched my hand to her head for balance as she guided my foot into the correct opening. With the agility of an ox, I managed it on the second try.---"Last. When she first joined the track team here she just seemed to withdraw into herself. She was becoming depressed. She almost quit the team. Then she discovered your trophies and heard some of the stories behind some of them. You became somewhat of a hero to her after that.” Zoe told me lovingly.“So that explains the reaction I got when she talked to me on the phone that one time. Now that makes sense.” I said to myself.Elena looked to me and gave me the look. The look that said that she was in. Mike never seemed to notice that I had a mind. I was just an object, I was just sex to him. In 1995 he moved back in with his wife just as the second baby was born. I was devastated, but I tried to bury myself in work. I stopped really caring about myself, though. I stopped wearing make-up, or dressing nicely, just for the fun of it. I stopped being me. I was simply this mass of sorrow, grieving for what I had lost, though I didn’t realize how much I had lost. Somewhere in the equation of Mike. 89 men you’d never even recognize on the street who’ve porked you. You’re so filthy even a homeless man should really think twice about dumping his cum in you, but lucky for you, no one cares to think. Spread your legs pig” I spread my legs on either side of the toilet. ”No, not like that, in front of you” Obediently I spread my legs in front of me and let him shackle my ankles to a spreader bar exposing my cunt which were now overflowing from his taunts.”Tell me how that made you feel,.