As soon as I stepped into the bedroom Brooklyn had arranged for me, I pointed to Keith and told him to go to bed at once. Keith refused to go and kept groping under my shirt. I had to scream at him and threaten that he wouldn't touch him again. That's why he lies half-lying and half-sitting in bed.

But when it is lying down, I want to touch its body. When I see a strong body, a six pack, a sweatpants, a long leg, at the hip, a small V chef. I swallowed saliva, there were slight bruises and some bandages on my body, and my heart was beating....