'Honey'? Where did that come from? This is serious, Tom. If we can't talk about our problems, if we can't COMMUNICATE, then there's not much hope. Ple...se, at least tell me why you don't want to tie me up anymore. Don't I at least have the right to know that much?"Tom wouldn't respond, staring down at the floor, silently.I could barely take any more of his awful neglect. The final, hurtful betrayal came when he said he wouldn't be able to brutally rape me that night because his old back injury. The next thing I knew I was naked on stage what seemed like a strip club. I stood there frozen for a second because I was disoriented. Then I started to move with the beat of the music. Eventually I really got into it, and played up to the crowd. I even allowed them to touch me. I caught glimpses of who I was in the mirrors. I was a tall redhead with what looked like fake boobs. It was weird seeing me as this other person naked in public. But it allowed me the freedom to explore so I did. I. He also quickly told her about his brother Timothy who was also studying at BSC and also about his girl friend – Katrina Jones – she was off campus for several weeks doing some field work for her studies. It had only been five days since she had left but he was missing her already. After he made this comment Stephen looked down at his stiff cock and said, “Well, this guy is missing her at least. If you know what I mean.”Latoya laughed then added, “Yes, I know what you mean. Well, may be I can. " And what are you into?" Housewife. I paint a bit." Care to show me your etchings sometime?" asked the younger woman, a sly smile on her face which Laura did not immediately pick up on."You... you want to see my paintings? asked Laura naively."Not really. I'd be much more interested in seeing the inside of your bedroom."Laura's mouth dropped open. If she had not already been propositioned by three men, she would have been even more shocked, but she had never entertained any lesbian interests.