”“She’s doing well. She has her own apartment downtown, she’s gotten a job as a dancer with the Met.”“Well, I am impressed.” Martha said... “To be self supporting at her age is no small thing, and as a professional ballet dancer! You should invite her over for supper.”That one nearly got me; I grabbed my napkin to wipe the shock off my face.“She’s an ex-girlfriend, Martha.” I said, “Don’t you think it might be a bit awkward?”“Well, she was friends with the two of us, as well.” Martha. Are you going to be here in town very long?" Not long. This little session here in the hospital has eaten up most of my vacation and I can't extend it." I'm going to leave my address and I want you to call me as soon as you are released. Promise?" Okay, I'll call." We talked about different things, including the weather. When Sharon was ready to leave, she came to my bed and kissed me. Piper just happened to come in as this was taking place.Sharon took my hand and placed it on her breast and. As I struggled to free myself, someone must have hit me, as the next thing I remember is I am lying on my back on a dirty mattress. My breasts are being pawed and fondled and squeezed, hard, hurting me. As I become more aware of my surroundings and what is happening, I realise, my skirt is up around my waist, my knickers have gone and strong hands are holding my legs, hard fingers digging in, bruising, forcing my thighs apart.I’m aware of a someone kneeling between my thighs and a laugh goes. I knew that I was in trouble, but I didn't know just how much. I tried to clear my throat and was about to tell them how sorry I was for trespassing on their property when one of the shapes moved toward me so that I could tell that it was a guy who looked to be in his late twenties.Then the other two guys moved in on me and I became really frightened. I knew that I had no right to be there, and I was afraid that they were going to hurt me or something. I backed away but didn't move fast enough.