He kept his promise to me, I was only used once per week, with notice, though sometimes I was fucked more than once on the days I was used. Other times, he would take me somewhere for some task like the glory hole incident; some of them indelibly burned into my memory. I promise I will tell you of some of the worst of them later.

About a three weeks after Jolene told me his identity, she called to see if anything had come of it.

"Were you able to get him to stop?" Jolene asked.

"No." I was honest with her. She already knew every bad thing about me....