ught Shell was alright, but surprised that he didn't talk much about the two of them growing up together. My husband then said, No! Shell really likes you, and I want you to like him too." There was no smile on my husbands face when he told me this; his words seemed to have a hidden meaning. What ever the meaning was, I knew that he meant business. Andrew got up and went into the kitchen and poured us two more drinks. Calling me into the kitchen to get the drink, I told him I didn't want anymore to drink and he slapped me so hard, the force knocked me down. He said, "get up and drink the damn drink, before I f--- you up in here". I did what he demanded. My thoughts raced to find an ally or a route of escape. Shell returned with his girlfriend. Her name was Fawn and she was friendly to me. I felt embarassed, because I knew she could see the fresh bruise on my face from the slap. I started to feel a little woosey from the drink, I thought. Andrew suggested Fawn take me in the bedroom to lay down for a while. I told Andrew that I would rather go home. He asked, if I wanted him to come in the room with me, I said no. Andrew came into the room anyway and said that Shell and Fran both want to make love to me and I better not embarass `him by acting like a kid. The drowsiness I felt earlier, was from something my husband put in my drink. As I slipped in and out of consiousness, I could see and feel Fawn touching and kissing me, then Shell. At first, I thought I was dreaming until I saw my husband having intercourse with Fawn and then with Shell. I was hurt. I had never felt a pain like this before, the betrayal and humiliation were unbearable; it made my chest hurt so badly, that it was hard to breathe. While the three of them were busy with each other, I told them that I had to go to the bathroom. My blouse was open, my bra was pulled up over my breasts and my jeans were unfastened. I managed to pull my...
