I didn't do any of the classic things. I didn't sob, and I sure as hell didn't sit there after everyone else had left, mooning over the grave. I just ...ent, and I dealt with my grief in my own way. I'd done enough crying to get through it, and just moved on.At least that's what I told myself. I know that I was hurting, and it showed in other ways. I found myself snapping at others for little things that I shouldn't have been angry about. I found myself spending too much time in my apartment,. Parts of my night are a blur that I can barely remember, while other parts I remember with perfect detail. I wish I could forget how it felt to have him rape me, but I can’t. With every thrust, he buried my nose into his pubic hair. I heard somewhere that smell is the sense with the strongest tie to memory. I believe it. I’ll never to able to forget the way that pig smells. He shoved his cock straight down my throat, and as I tried desperately to twist out of the way, he just pulled my. " Before you do that Chuck, there is something else that will being donefirst."Hiromi changed Zarah's diaper. When Hiromi was finished, Zarah wassmiling and content again."You did a great job. In a few years you'll know just what to do whenChuck and you have your first child." Thanks." Hiromi replied back with a smile. Changing the diaper wasn'tas hard as she thought it would be. The diaper package did help alittle. "I was glad to help out."Chuck and Hiromi left for Melbourne the next day. I nearly yelped in surprise but one of Kim's small hands deftly covered my mouth. She pressed my head down, HARD. I was afraid to open my eyes. Instinctively I started to lift a one arm but Kim used her free hand to drive me forcefully back to the mat while at the same time increasing the pressure on my mouth. Her thin hand seemed as though it were made of silken steel.For a few moments we stayed in this position, Kim perched atop my still, prone form. The back edge of her hand rested against.