He stopped what he was doing, turned to face me breathing like a mad man dripping with sweat. Brushing wet hair out of his eyes, with the back of the ...and that still held the axe, he smiled."Blueberry cream cheese pancakes and a pound of fuckin' bacon!" He said in a damned near ecstatic growl through labored breaths. My aching cock jumped a bit."You got it." I said, turning to walk away."Hold up a sec, I'll go with you." He said. My body tensed.He walked over to grab his tee shirt from the cord. I should have told Peter that I had been raped over and over. That I somehow I lost an entire week and I woke up climaxing on a mattress being screwed over and over by men that I didn't know. I should have told Peter that I was raped repeatedly but I knew I couldn't tell him that. He would have been furious, I couldn't tell him.I knew if I had, he would ask me if I was hurt or something and then I would have to say out loud to him that it didn't hurt, that they made me come over and over, that. Keri was wearing a short sleeve blouse and Darrin could see bruises on both of her pale white upper arms. Would you like to talk about it? Darrin asked. No. I have to be going. Thanks for the coffee. I do feel better now. He gave her his phone number and told her to call any time she wanted to talk, any time. Keri picked up her grocery bags a headed for home. That nights poker game turned out just as Keri had expected. They played for a little while and drank the beer she had bought. Then she. I remember by the end we had a crowd – 8 or 10 of the girls from downstairs and their clients standing around watching me fucking this poor girl as she moaned. She sounded like she was dying but she moved under me urging me on. I honestly don’t remember how it ended except I heard laughing and cheering as I lay on the mat, the girl washing me down with hot rags and stroking my hair, rattling noises all around of people clearing up and settling down for the night.“You’re quite a hellraiser,”.