《SHE-DOMS 》全部章節：第 41 章 - 第 50 章

I was a thirty-two-year-old housewife living quietly on the border with my husband who was serving in the Army. We had been together for many years and we had enjoyed each other’s company in many places across the country. I stayed home while he was posted in the border area. Sometimes I missed him terribly but sometimes I also missed the thrill of being wanted by someone else.A few years ago I was twenty-six and still a bit plump with larger breasts and a fuller backside. I was going to town one afternoon when I went to use the PCO. While I was waiting to make my call to my husband from the small cabin inside the booth, I noticed the operator staring at me with a special kind of interest. He was around forty-five years old. He sat in a swivel chair and every time I came out of the cabin he would look at me in a way that made me feel nervous and excited at the same time.One evening I was the only one using the booth. After

My name is Claire. I’m twenty-four and I work in marketing at a mid-size firm just outside the city. Five of us from the office share one of the company apartments a few blocks from the building. It’s convenient and it keeps the rent low. This morning started with three hard knocks on my door. “Claire, get up. We’re going to be late.” I dragged a pillow over my face and groaned. My head felt like it was being squeezed and my stomach was still turning from last night’s party. “I’m up, Maya. God, could you be any louder?” She laughed from the other side of the door. “It’s my birthday. You’re required to be nice to me.” Maya was twenty-six, one of the senior coordinators on our floor, and my roommate. Last night the apartment had been full of people from three different departments celebrating the end of summer hours. I had drunk too much and now I was paying for it. I forced myself into the shower and stood under the hot water until the worst of the headache eased. When I stepped

My name is Lily. I was twenty-eight years old and I had just lost my husband Jake. He died in the fields while working. It was a sudden thing, a heart attack out in the middle of nowhere. Suddenly I was alone with the farm and two little kids. The money was tight, the bills kept coming, and I was starting to panic. That morning I was out checking the cows when two men walked up. They were strangers but they had heard about Jake’s death and they said they could help. They introduced themselves as Tom and Matt. They were both tall, strong, and looked like they knew how to handle hard work. I smiled politely and said sure, but I wasn’t sure about the pay. They looked at me for a second and then one of them grinned. “Maybe we can work something out,” he said. I didn’t understand what he meant, but I was tired and desperate, so I just nodded. They followed me into the barn. The place was cool and dark. I bent down to check one of the cows and that was when the first hand touched me.

His smile widened. "You sure?" I nodded, not trusting my voice. He stood up and offered his hand to pull me up, I took his warm and strong fingers gently. He didn't let go immediately, he smiled. "I was actually interested in your since when I'l saw your application photo," he said, "Let's not waste any more time." He led me to a warm bedroom. "Why don't you start with that sweater?" he suggested, his voice a soft command. "I'd like to see what I'm getting for my hundred dollars." The crudeness was still there, wrapped in smoother words. I felt numb, but what other options do I have now? My fingers, clumsy and shaky, went to the hem of my thick, oversized sweater, I pulled it up and over my head, my hair catching in the wool, and let it drop to the polished hardwood floor with a soft 'whump' "Do...you like it?" I asked silently. The central air brushing against the skin of my stomach and arms. Harris didn't move or say anything, his green eyes scanned me like I w

Friday morning I left the house before any light showed in the sky. My shift at FootLoose did not start until noon. I needed money now, and an advance was my only hope. Jo, the manager at the shoe store, was a woman made of ice. Sympathy was not something she kept in stock. I knew asking her was pointless, but desperation made me try anyway. "An advance is against policy," she said flatly without looking up from her clipboard. "Especially a for part-timer, there are no exceptions." She walked away then, and the conversation was over. That left John, my manager at The Keg Room. He was different, probably in his late thirties, who called everyone buddy or honey, who remembered birthdays and asked about classes. I don't know if he was gonna help, but I went ahead. The restaurant did not open until eleven. I killed the empty hours by walking the frozen streets and then circling the mall, staring at things I could not afford. At ten o'clock exactly, I was waiting by the staff