Who is this man? I can never figure it out. He seems so gentle, even if he’s tall and strong. He’s patient when I take forever to complete simple ...asks he must oversee. Yet I sense that powerful brutality lurking beneath his benign facade; a brutality I instinctively know I must evade.“How much longer do I have to be here?” I ask tonight. Thinking about all of this has renewed my fear. It terrifies me I don’t have as much interest in fleeing from this bedroom anymore.He starts, almost as if. Besides, the ceiling was green. Puke green. Who would paint their ceiling puke green? It was hard to concentrate.My shoulder itched.I decided that was more important than where I was. I lifted my hand. It felt funny and I couldn't wiggle my fingers. I reached up to scratch my shoulder... "Oh, God!" I moaned as pain shot through me."Tony are you okay?" The voice of an angel. Tami's voice."Not sure. What year is it?" What year?" Are you my wife?" Tony, we're fourteen." There are states where that. .last year I ran into him in Hollywood. He had decided to stop trying to not be gay, and was running his own bakery..........he was very sweet, offered to have sex with me if I didn't mind having sex with a "homosexual man", who still liked girls sometimes..........." "Did I turn him down? God, I have to tell you everything, don't I?" "Okay, no, I absolutely did not.....some things I still keep personal, but I liked him, still do, and when he was in me it felt just as good as lots of straight. She’d just had a boob job done, she was proud of her new chest and wanted everyone to see it. She went braless, the effect of which saw her nipples standing proud through the thin shirt material. The bullet belt around her waist, driving gloves, neck choker with a small hook at the front and a leather biker jacket finished off the look. Her make up was slutty, just as Gerard liked it, always red glossy lips, dark smoky eyes, and blushed up cheekbones, her large, gold tarty hoop earrings were.