Everything seemed so normal even when Tim came round for a cuppa I was on edge the whole time he was there but as the day wore on I felt worse and wor...e the guilt building up I could not hold back I started crying Mark hugged me asked what was wrong I could not lie to him so I confessed that Tim had fucked me, I was a bit surprised by his reaction he did not shout at me or throw things about he just said it was ok and not to get upset about it just one of them things that happen with too much. "You lied to me! You made me feel sorry for you and you lied to me! I can't believe you would do that!" I don't want anyone to feel sorry for me. I never have and I never will. And I won't ever take anyone's pity," said Dusty with an edge to his voice.The last thing he ever wanted was that, after everything he had been through in his life. He wouldn't take it as a kid and he wouldn't put up with it now as an adult.He now sat looking off into the distance quietly. His mind seemed to be. As I roughly shook her trembling body, I commanded again, “Say the words!”“Oooooooh, nooooo, I can’t nooooo” she moaned, but even as she uttered the words, the overpowering knowledge of her guilt and helplessness melted her last defenses and she knew it was useless to struggle anymore. Though her own weakness sickened and repulsed her, the urgent demands of her aroused body had completely conquered her protesting conscience. It was no longer a matter of right and wrong. All that mattered was. "I've twinkled Fate, Mr. Jackson. You'll be a streetwalker all your life, fucking men for money, getting beat up by some, doing kinky stuff for others. You'll be compelled to by Fate and you'll feel overwhelmingly horny, wanting to jump men's bones and do it like a madwoman. You'll die of AIDS." She gestured, and the porcelain blonde woman that had been Mr. Jackson stood ramrock straight, paralyzed in her beauty.She stepped up to the next figure. "You. Poor dear. You're worried. You're worried.