Now I am afraid, what does he want? Is he going to hurt me?"No, he would never do that", thinking to myself.I spoke into the intercom, "Hey honey, let...me get dressed, be right there."No answer, shit the intercom is out, no electricity.Spoke thru the door, "Honey let me get dressed"He screams, "Fuck, I seen you naked a thousand time, open this fucking door."Like a slave being given an order, said, "Ok."Opening the door naked as the day I was born, wind-blowing rain in, my dog Buddy still barking. I leaned over and let her hug me. It was a simple, friendly gesture and it felt as warm and nice as I had always thought it should. My parents hadn’t even hugged me when I left. I honestly couldn’t think of the last time anyone had.Jordan pulled back, cupped my face in her hands, and looked into my eyes. “Now, we need dry clothes. Can you do that for me? I need to use the restroom to um ... clean up.”I nodded and thought about what she brought to the party. The only things I remembered were the. Her deep, green eyes seemed out of focus, like she was always trying to see something that wasnt there,her hair was bad, frizzy and bushy, but I always have time for a redhead. She laid it out for me, I got it, her game, it was cool. Stella, that was her name, was thirty five, never been married, lived with her parents, taught catholic school, was a good girl. Except when she was a bad girl, a naughty bad girl, who needed to be disciplined afterwards, hard. Yes, I could do this, I lived to. They had spent five hours with me and when they had gone, I sat and cried thinking about what was going to happen to me, and what Joe would do. I went and had a shower and was sat in my dressing gown when Joe came home, he thought was ill, and could not believe what had happened, I told him about their proposal for paying his debt and how they had raped me. Joe said there is no way I could find that money because it is growing all the time with interest.The next day Joe stayed off work and they.