The rest of the girls had left, so I just sat there trying to remember the cheers I had learned earlier from Michelle. Some twenty minutes had passed ...hen Mr Martin waived me in. I walked into the locker room. It was quiet, so I assumed there couldn't possibly be any boys in here. Mr Martin said he was leaving and the shower and get dressed quickly as possible. I went to my area of the locker room and took off my sweaty gym clothes. I wrapped a towel around me and took the shampoo, soap, and. “Very well pet” you whisper into my ear patting my ass. I see you reach over and grab the vibrator and slide it into me again.I moan against your chest, “please Sir, no”. I hear you chuckle.“Pet, you will dance more tonight for me. Take another drink and ready yourself love” you say. I reach over and take a long drink and stand. As I straighten my skirt, I can feel your eyes on me. You stand and placing yourself back into your pants before grabbing my hand and leading me to the dance floor.You. I had stopped off in the sports bar for a drink, more to drown my sorrows than from any expectation that I would get lucky, and after looking around at the customers, it appeared that my luck would hold. There were several guys huddled around the various TVs watching a division I-AA ball game, one that held absolutely no interest for me. However I ducked around the corner of the L-shaped bar and took a look at the dance floor, finding several couples and a small group of women, some dancing but. I see a woman who has a difficult time making it through her day. I see an unemployed woman and a homeless woman who still lives in the bedroom of a kind, elderly, albeit crazy Mennonite woman. I see a woman whose only enjoyment in life is writing fictional stories while living her life in fantasy instead of reality. Woe is me but I’m good. I’m getting better every day. With writing my therapy, I’m heeling myself. If I could to change one thing about my life, I’d change my childhood. I wish I.