When the doorbell rang, Aisha saw her brother and someone else with him. A beautiful face. Manoj introduced her. Vani, Aisha. Aisha, Vani. They both h...gged each other and came inside.Manoj said that he was going to get fresh. He asked Aisha to take Vani to her room and give her some clothes to change. She was going to have dinner and spend the night here. After a while, everyone gathered at the dining table.Manoj talked about how he and Vani met and how they have been doing so well. Aisha also. Most other women in her place would describe what she intended doing as sheer madness. It was, she had to admit that, but there was something inside driving her onwards. Most other women would be screaming at her ‘Go. Just drive off and go’. What is that saying about fleeing from the devil? Her own thoughts were telling her to go; her own thoughts were telling her to flee but there was something else inside her driving her. Something else that made her want to ignore all the voices and switch. It wasn't pleasant, and I don't particularly like talking about it, but if I can get you off your damn gender horse by talking about it, then I suppose it's worth it."Dr. Abrams looked at him in stunned disbelief. "You're a rape victim?" Yes, I am. Last January, behind Thompson Hall. Four guys beat the living daylights out of me, and then one of them raped me. I just testified in the trial last week." Do you know why this happened, I mean, what was the motive?" Oh, it was a gay-bashing. I'm not. Your body bucks and writhes as your cunt squeezes your fingers and explodes over your hand, your eyes roll to the back of your head as your heart races and your whole body stiffens, you sink your teeth into your bottom lip and collapse, gently sliding your fingers from yourself and up over your sensitive clit which makes you shudder and smile. You check how many people have viewed your latest story while you indulged yourself... There are many. You bring your come soaked fingers to your lips.