----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Th...s unusual unautorized autobiography is exceptional in several respects. First of all, we never met eye to eye for a talk. Secondly her secrecy and habit to 'beat around the bush'. Both as a metaphor and literarily, as our chats often turn her on. Mostly, I am more curious for what exactly happened to her, but I soon realize I will need a lot of. "Shit," I said out loud.My PJ top was wet from my sweat so I took it off leaving me naked. I lay down again but still my dream lingered in my mind. Once again I was ashamed of my body for it was betraying me again. I could feel my pussy was very wet and I had this urge to rub it, to make myself come then I knew I could sleep again.It was 3 years ago now since this nightmare had all started, the night that I was taken off the dark street and driven to a quiet location where I was brutally raped. They wandered the aisles reading and giggling at the titles. “I think there’s something here for every perversion,” Dianne remarked in an amazed voice. “Oh yeah,” Debbie seconded, “and lot’s you’ve never thought of as well. Come back here and you’ll see where the real perverts hang out.” She directed them through an unobtrusive door in the back that had a small sign which read Live & Video Booths. Debbie walked up to a video booth and. ”“My mom makes a London broil that I really like,” Valerie replied.“My mom makes a killer one, too — right, Mom?”“If you want London broil, then London broil it is. I want a hug from my future daughter-in-law.”Valerie stood and embraced Carter’s mother. “We do love you,” she said softly. “I don’t know if I can say it enough.”“I never get tired of hearing it.” Valerie held Eleanor tightly. “I love you, too. I love you all.”“We have a rule in this house — if two people share a bedroom they need.