But it wasn’t just me who was hurt, my visitor was as devastated as I was. This is going to be a tough fight, I thought as drool dribbling down the side of my mouth. My dad told him that I practice yoga every morning and he could use my flexible body in every acrobatic pose he wanted. The room’s door opened and in the dim light dark shadows crept in. He slipped my feet over the outside of my shoulders and cross-locked my ankles behind my neck. That’s what the tiny tuft of hair just above my slit, which I had deliberately not cut, was for. I tore my eyes away from his flashy equipment and looked up to realize that the shadows were staring at me, grinning. He tapped me under the chin with one finger, and I lifted my face up and looked at him with the pleadingest girl look he’d ever seen in his life; a girl in love with him, ready and willing to do anything for him. He hooked his fingers in the string of my thong and pulled hard, ripping it off.
