“My ex-boyfriend was there. Mike. We had just broken up and he was there with some gorgeous girl, practically fucking her against the wall. You got ...o angry. I didn’t understand it then. I was too depressed to make sense of anything, really...” I drifted off, thinking back, wondering how I could have been so blind. It wouldn’t have changed our situation at all, but it might have prepared me for the onslaught of feelings that were slamming into my awareness now. “Anyway, I think I was about to. You always have new bruises the nexttime I see you after our arguments."I was crying. It hurts me to see my mom in pain like this."Will you come and see me next week then?"The pleading sound in her voice tore at my heart. I was torn betweenbeing there for mama and needing to stay away from the one who fatheredme. I decided it was better to risk being hit by my father."I promise, mama. I'll be there next Monday, regardless." I'll make your favorite pineapple upside down cake and we can have. The women told me to stay in the bedroom while they went downstairs to talk about what they should do with me. I was suddenly tired. I went over to the bed and sat down on it. I didn't like being put in a position like this. By all rights, I should be the one who dictated to them. It was my house, my money, and my business. If anyone should be made to leave, it was them. Still, I was willing to compromise, if it would somehow prevent my having to go back there. It had been almost three years. It's so wonderful that I raise my ass to get more pressure.SMACK. My ass cheek burns again. Wow, she hit me hard. I disappointed her. "You are MY plaything today. You will only do what I tell you. Nothing more. Do you understand?" Yes. I'm so sorry. It felt so good. I won't do it again, I promise." I say, hoping she senses my sincerity.SMACK. My ass cheek burns again. "That's better." Did I hear a smile? She runs her hand up my back, then over my short hair. I feel the back of her hand against.