She must have been unconscious for a very long time, or her mind was playing tricks on her. Sometimes shock could cause amnesia, she knew that. Had sh... been raped? Had the rape unbalanced her mind? Would her memory of last night's events ever return?Tears prickled her eyes, and Tsanja wept, wept for her helplessness, wept with the pain of her injuries. Most of all, she wept because she felt alone.She doubted that anyone loved her now, but it was worth a try."Penn, Penn, Penn, can you hear. They didn't seem to mind! I just wish she'd go into total slut mode and let me video her. She had a beach wrap to put on so her nipples weren't on display in the hotel lobby. But that came off right away in the elevator! Sexy as hell to see her ass hanging out of her thong with her nipples getting even harder in the air conditioning with the two guys hands all over her ass and tits! I opened the door and the three of them poured into the room with me right behind. She leaned into the first one. He stopped what he was doing and apologized profusely for what he had done. I didn’t say anything to him as I got into my car and quickly drove away. I was shaking so bad; I could barely keep my feet still to operate the pedals. My stomach was soured and for a few moments I thought I was going to vomit. Once I was out of site of the bar, I pulled over into a gas station and started to collect myself. I was keenly aware of how horny I was. I had several guys hit on me in the past after I started. As if she never really existed and was nothing more than a mere, faded figment of his imagination, still sometimes haunting him, she was relegated to being a distant ghost from his past. With every day that passed, he thought less of her. As if she was dead and long since buried, with every day that passed, he missed her less. Yet, on those days that he was the most restless, loneliest, and horniest, there were some days that he could clearly see her as if she was standing there in his house.