When she looked up she saw him staring at her. It took her a moment to focus. It was almost as if she was waking from a dream. When the realization of...what she had done dawned on her, her face turned red with shame. She closed her eyes, hoping it wasn’t real. But when she opened them again she was still on her knees in the bathroom, her son was still staring at her, and the salty taste of sperm was in her mouth.Eric’s face was filled with what could only be described as amazement and. We finished our fishing and grabbed a bite. I learned that she had already had quite a few boyfriends in her meager 22 years. When we finished, we went back to her apartment. She invited me in, which I gleefully accepted. We sat and talked on the sofa, sipping 7 ups and wine coolers. She went into the kitchen to refill the glasses with ice, and I could stand it no longer. I walked into the kitchen and she looked at me and asked ‘What’s wrong?’. I assured her that nothing was wrong, and perhaps. First the humiliation of being thrown in ashower, cold then hot water forced screams from her, still in her shoes andnylons she stood there unable to defend herself, the men amusing themselves withher abused body, prodding and pinching, forcing their fingers in to her, takingthe shower head off and shoving the end of the shower up her arse and cunt,laughing as she squealed to the cold water that chilled her inside or made hernipples stand hard before dragging her out and slapping her as she. "Pleased to meet you."And then for the first time since he didn't know when (probably on the rather embarrassing and ultimately unsuccessful occasion when he ventured into a massage parlour on Hoe Street) Chester touched a woman. And in this case all he did was shake her hand.Chester had never really noticed his neighbour before. He didn't know whether she'd only just moved in or had lived there for years. He didn't know whether she had a husband or children or a pet or anything at all. And he.