“What are you talking about?” I moaned back despite the pain that was beginning to flood through my chest. That was when a whole new pain flooded ...hrough me as he yanked my hair back and slapped me across the face. It hurt so much more because I couldn’t show the pain in my eyes or see the look in his face. “When I call you a dirty little slut you say, yes I am sir, you understand?” It had gone on like that for hours it felt like. He demeaned me and called me so many names. I was a whore. A. "Sure, Mr. Hamilton," she replied instantly and she went off in the direction I'd sent her. Did she stagger? Was the vodka getting to her? Only moments after she'd gone, I heard a loud crashing sound followed by a scream.Rushing to the top of the short stairs, I looked down and saw Barbie sprawled out where she had tripped and fell."Are you all right, Barbie?" I asked when I got to the bottom of the three steps. Was it the vodka that had caused her fall? Her face was flushed and her eyes kind. She absolutely melted. This time she not only kept her eyes fixed on the bassist but he seemed to have found her in the crowd and was keeping his eyes fixed on her as well. All through the song he had his eyes set on her and she felt as if it was she he was stroking, not those strings. As if he was undressing her and letting each note caress her from her head down to her toes. She felt her nipples becoming erect again and wondered if he could see them protruding through her shirt from where he. The 3 of us ate a wonderful Chinese take-out meal, we sat around the table talking and laughing for what seemed like hours. Finally a tired little voice said “I’m getting tired, John could you tuck me in bed?” Logan asked stretching and yawning.“If that’s ok with your mother” I said looking at Julie“Go ahead John, its ok”I carried Logan off to her room, and the moment we rounded the corner she started kissing me and hugging me, “Can I see your thing before I go to bed?” she asked“Logan, its not.