She emerged twenty minutes later, showered, and slipped into bed without so much as a word.The next morning was a little tense. She left before I was ...eady to say goodbye; and that evening was a replay of the last.I decided discretion was the better part of valor, so I allowed things to play themselves out for a week.Nothing improved, though, and in fact the situation got worse. She was staying out late every evening, ignoring me, and generally acting like what we had had was a sham.So it was. Smith and Mr. Jones coming through the door. While Sam Quaid turned the key in the door lock, Billy Canning walked toward her, smiling."Where's Mark?" Desirée asked. "I don't see him here."Billy smiled. He was not bad looking. He had never suffered the acne that had scarred his older brother Johnny's face, and his proximity to and use of drugs had not yet wasted his younger body.Desirée saw his transparent smirk and remembered something of his face out of the nebulous dreams that. But he told me that, that wasn't going to happen. He made it clear to me that last night was only a teaser for tonight. However I could call the hotel manager if I wanted them removed from the room. Of course I couldn't call, not if I wanted to keep my indiscretion quiet.I was pushed down on the bed and Shawn mounted me while the other guy watched and masturbated. While Shawn was busy fucking me I head another knock on the door and the other guy opened it. There must have been a dozen guys. Oh god, oh fuck." She pulls me to her tightly, and I can feel her body shaking, her voice whispering, "Oh fuck, oh god."Over and over again, getting shakier and shakier. And her hands stroke my hair. And I feel numb. And I'm confused. Because I was sad, and now I can't feel anything. Carly's hugging me and I can't feel anything. I just feel... empty.And she doesn't understand. I have to make her understand. "Carly... what I did... what I did was... I'm just like him." I hold her face in my.