You have a thought “what if I get hard?”, and right then you are awoken from the trappings of your mind with a hard slap to your face. Your eyes b...gin to water and you hear him say again “look at my cock, you little whore!”. Afraid to lose myself in thought again, and to receive another smack to the face, you look up..He grabs it with one hand, holds my head with the other, and points it towards you. You are afraid, afraid you may just like it. With eyes transfixed, you feel yourself growing in. Will watched her eyes roll up in her head as he collapsed next to her. She was out cold. He shook his head and wondered what he had gotten himself into.He went to the bathroom to check his back. Sure enough, she had drawn blood in several places. There would be some bruises on his shoulders from her teeth, too.'Damn!' he thought, 'I'm either gonna have to put her on her hands and knees every time, or tie her up! Hmmm, now there's a thought... I wonder if she'd like that?'Becky was awake again. Let me tell you that it was really hard for a while. But the drugs were wearing off so I chanced to leave. The hotel clerk was in on the prostitution business, and tried to stop me. It was the worst mistake of his life! I was pissed, and I destroyed him, nearly beating him to death, I know that I broke his back, for sure and certain."Jean was old and could not fathom how I was able to fight off a man. She could not help but ask."But you're only a slip of a girl! How could you possibly do that. Innocent. Despite my height, I’d felt invisible at school. A giraffe. A freak. The insults stopped when I signed with IMG or maybe I just wasn’t around to hear them. Life changed. Colorado turned into New York City, Paris, London, Milan. At sixteen, I walked twenty three shows at NYFW. Marc Jacobs, Versace, Chanel, Valentino. I met people I’d read about in magazines. I preferred them in the magazines.High school had to be finished by correspondence and it became a conscious task to stay in.