I actually lifted my head and shouted" Yeah, Do it ... FUCK ME " ... and they did.I got gang-banged and I loved it; I only wish I had been sober enoug... to fully appreciate it. They must have lifted me up or helped me up because I ended up on Andy's bed. I'm pretty sure everyone was watching as they fucked me ... it didn't feel private at all ... and I know I took one guy in my mouth and another in my pussy more than once.I know, you warned me last time. I think you hinted I might get raped .... I did sneak into the hospital after they cut on her, after visitors' hours so no one would know, but it didn't work out because she sent me away. She said she didn't want me to see her like that. I thought, maybe later, but she spiraled down. Hospice was called.I can't even grieve, not around anyone I know. Her husband could, though. He couldn't stop crying at the visitation. He tried to be brave, but he couldn't do it. I've never seen anyone so stricken. He shook my hand and mumbled "hello". “I think I benched a little too hard this morning. And now I have a tits-ache.” Matt often started his day at the gym, so this was no surprise.“Well, I'd say they're pecs ... but okay fine, whatever. Breasts, tits. Call them what you want,” Nick conceded.“Exactly. And they’re sore, and they need a massage.” Lowering his voice to a sexy, conspiratorial tone, he looked around the group and asked, “Could one of you guys massage my tits after school?” Quiet guffaws around the table, and some. She tried me once more for a bootie call, but I was unavailable. Too bad, but that’s life.Girl six was… I loved her. I still do. She was the most amazing woman to ever walk into my life. I, however, was far too self-conscious and unconfident to be able to let it work. I was the one that initiated the breakup, and I feel terrible for it. This is the reason I ended up going back to my old pattern. This was my reasoning for acting selfish and yet self-harming all at the same time. I was.