'hey bitch.'We started talking and he told me he liked dominating women and making them his slut. He told me women were only good for sucking cock an... cleaning and that I was a worthless bitch that needed putting in her place.He called me slut whore told me I'm a sket and I need slapping for being such a whore. It turned me on so much that I decided to call his phone and moan for him. It made me so wet when he degraded me for his pleasure. He was a bad boy and had been in trouble a lot but. I learned to do woodworking, bake,dance, sew, shoot a rifle and make bottle rockets. I was a crybaby wimp atschool, constantly bullied and day dreamed way too much. I'd find out muchlater that I have ADHD, GAD, OCD and depression. I was reasonably smart andwas a decent test taker, which compensated for my shortcomings inelementary school at least.My parents were a bit unconventional to say the least, (to say more, theygood people, but weren't very good at parenting.) That in some ways workedto. He left the handcuffs on me while he questioned me. Finally, I asked, "What am I under arrest for, Officer West?" Failure to obey the lawful order of a police officer," he said."Okay, so that has to be a misdemeanor. What is the fine?" We'll have to ask Judge Ryerson that, tomorrow morning." So, you're determined to keep me in your jail overnight?" That's they way it has to be, Mr. Green." Okay, then lock me up. I don't see any reason to drag this out."When he put me in the cell, I almost. To force him to be with her was like beating a dead horse. So why should she bother? But everything reminded her of him. Anytime she heard a motorcycle she thought it was him finally coming back to her. Whenever she spent time at the beach or in a pool, she thought of him. Most of all, she thought about him when it was extremely hot. All those days and nights they’d spent together trying to keep cool. She missed those times the most because they spent them talking. Not that she had no desire to.