It was a bedroom decked out in satin bedclothes with erotic photographs on the walls showing men and women engaging in various sexual acts. “Don't ...e afraid,” she said, “I can tell you my story and then perhaps I can sample the goods. Do you mind?”“I certainly don't,” I croaked, and let her lead me to her bed where we sat leaning against the headboard, her arm around my shoulders. The warmth of her skin through her blouse and my top, coupled with her sweet breath on my hair, brought me out. How the chair is tucked in a quiet little corner where he can hide and be all by himself. But most of all, he loves it because this is where he saw her for the first time… Its late summer. The fall semester hasnt quite started yet and, for the most part, the library is empty. Sam is settling into being on his own. Uncertainty of how to manage without his dad and his big brother is waning. Standing up for himself had been…right. Hes been sitting there for hours, in the brown, leather chair by. She took the oil and strigil to her skin and happily scraped away the dirt, mud, and blood that had caked itself onto her body. She paid particular attention to her thighs, where putrid Goth seed that had long since dried itself. Once clean, Zura still remained a far cry from her former glory. Her once flawless skin was still marred by bruises, scratches, and bite marks inflicted by the men that made cruel and rough use of her body. Her once golden and flowing hair was tattered and in clumps,. She was almostmesmerized by the sight of the fully rounded, twinned cheeks presented to thecane as this implement bridged the dark cleft, and she felt not only the suddenstillness and silence in the room but also her own fear as she had been forcedto present her own bottom in such a similar way so long before. But now shealso realized that raising and rounding the female bottom in this way was singularlyeffective in maximizing its aesthetic and, equally, it was never one of themany views.