"Hi, Sarah," I heard another feminine voice. This one sounded like shewas one of my older fans, or perhaps a mother of one of my fans. "I justwanted t... know if you planned to go to college." Oh, okay," I caught myself saying, surprised. I hadn't even reallystarted thinking about where I wanted to go to college yet. "I'm onlysixteen, but I do hope to go to college someday. I hope that it will bein my near future, but even if I have to take a few years off because ofmy career, I would still like. Then, of all the freaking luck, the train STOPPED between stations for about 5 minutes. You’d think maybe this slimy creep would stop without the movement of the car giving him cover, but he actually became more aggressive, brazenly thrusting way up in between my cheeks. I was so shocked and paralyzed with fear, I could hardly breathe. And then the most horrible part. The vile piece of shit leans in and whispers in my ear in this creepy little voice, “If my girlfriend knew we were doing this,. This wasn’t my life anymore. These were only shadows of what I used to know. Soon even most of the shadows would be gone, returning to their lives, happy or sad. I was a shadow to them as well. I felt like killing myself. As I was leaving, Guy Britton stopped me. He was accompanied by his wife, Kayla. She was a beautiful woman, and seemed very sweet. Exactly what he deserved. Guy was always a good friend. We hadn’t kept in contact much over the years, but I was happy to know that he had. Full body gimp suits and cat suits. Masters and Mistresses in gleaming rubber leading their obedient slaves by the chain through the streets. This, Jessica was tangentially more familiar with, for she had harbored hidden desires for many years. She had fed those desires whenever she could with a stray magazine article, internet search or book that slipped below the convent's radar. She would always confess in an attempt to purge her mind, yet the sinful thoughts returned each time without.