How was I to know the difference?’ Then smile all innocently at her.”Even blind, I pride myself on being able to cause perfect spit shots at the r...ght time. And this had been the right time. To bad he was looking at me at the time, and I got some of the spray.Thankfully John drove me to my classes before he went to his at the State University. And it was Wednesday, so when classes were over I went to the Student U. Greg was a decent partner, and we were learning more advanced movements every. I had put on a silky, half top that just barely came down to my belly button and a pair of pink panties. I looked over, seeing Ashley in a pair of men’s pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. Neither of us wore a bra, our youthful breasts standing erect without any support. I squirmed on the bed, a hand pushing hard into my back forcing me over onto my stomach. I was facing Ashley, suffering a similar fate. We looked into each others eyes, pleading, to no avail.I felt a big hand at my ankles, bending. How I missed my Burberry's trench coat! I took theprecaution of having the taxi drop me off a few blocks away, so I wassoaked to the skin by the time I dragged myself to my door. Thedoorman greeted me with pity. "Mademoiselle, I have some keys foryou," he said.My heart soared at the news. He was kind enough to bring the cararound for me, and soon I was crawling through the rush hour trafficin the warmth and luxury of a Mercedes. Things were looking up!Eventually I was able to cut against the. ’ ‘Tell me all about it,’ he whispered. For the next hour I told him everything: Every slimy, morbid, painful detail. He heard about Hope and Brandy and the events of Friday a week ago. I told him things that I didn’t even realize I was feeling. I described what little I remembered of the beating. I told him of my loves and my fears. All the while he sat quietly and serenely. At the end of my monologue he just smiled at me. ‘Say five hail Mary’s and ten our Father’s,’ was all he said. ‘What?’ I.