Lisa was my girlfriend. I had just dropped her offhere at the parade's organizing headquarters where, I assumed, shewouldalready have been off somewh...re changing into her antebellum dress forthe parade that would be starting in a couple of hours.I twisted around again, and now saw Lisa, smiling wickedly. I half-hoped she would already be in her gown?I had my digital camera with meto take photos of her before all the belles would assemble in formation--but she was still wearing the sweat pants. “Send him in,” she replied, hanging up.She stood up and straightened her clothing—a white, frilly, button-up, sleeveless blouse, a grey pencil skirt, and some simple black heels.She heard a knock on her door. The assistant opened the door as he entered the room. Tall, dark hair, his brooding eyes focusing on Cynthia.“Cynthia! You seem to be doing well for someone who is losing everything.”What an asshole! Even now, when he is finally getting what he wants, he still feels the need to act. ’ She giggled. ‘Yes, I expect it has been a shock for you, especially dropping in like this but there was no room in the house and it was your Mum who suggested I should come out here.’ I moved a few inches closer to her, and misjudged the length of my penis. I jabbed her groin lightly, making her eyes go wide. She tried not to snigger, while I tried to shift myself so I wasn’t touching her. ‘Sorry,’ I said. ‘That’s okay we’re almost family, so I guess that stuff shouldn’t bother us.’ ‘That’s. I watched it over and over as the week went by, but I couldn’t grasp the lesson from it, about not becoming a slave to d**gs, and soon I was on the streets, selling and giving myself away as I succumbed to the d**gs which I thought would lessen the hurt. Sitting here, naked on the mattress, my mind was clear for the first time in three months and now I knew where I was and what day it was. I had stumbled through the room, letting the men who had used me, the night before, sleep off their high.