Sequel-to: The Elevator As you head down the hall, going to your friend's penthouse apartment, you hope no one opens the door and comes out. It'd be real embarrassing to see you like this. You knock on your friend's door, and you hear her say, as she opens the door," Forget something?" As she opens her door, her mouth drops, and she stares at you. She pulls you inside, asking, "What happened? Are you ok? Should I call a doctor? " You tell her you are ok, you just want to sit down. She goes into the kitchen, and you hear her rummaging around. You start to cry, feeling just what it was that they did to you. Sure, you enjoyed it eventually, but it was so humiliating, to be taken like that, without permission, to be violated in that way. Not by 1 man, but by 3. Laura comes back with coffee for you. As she hands it to you, you almost drop it, your hands are shaking so badly. She puts her hands around yours, to help you hold it, and her hands are warm on yours, and reassuring. You calm a bit. As you sit and sip the coffee, strong and black, she asks if you want to talk about it. So you decide to let it out, between sobs. But, the longer you go on, the more you remember how it really felt on your body. You calm visibly, and go on, the words just flowing out of you. You think it's strange that Laura is squirming so much on the couch next to you. She must be appalled at the treatment you received. But how could she know how it felt, to be taken that way? As you tell your story, she goes into the kitchen and comes back with a warm, wet towel. She mops your face, trying to be careful of the bruise that is welling up on your cheek from the slap the man gave you. She gets a piece of ice and wraps it up, and holds it to your cheek. You are almost done with your coffee, and your story, so you set the cup down. You tell her you need someone close now, someone who cares. She puts her arms around you, and holds you tight. You hug her for dear life. It's so good to know someone DOES care. You start crying again. When you have finally let it out, you take your head off of her shoulder. As you lift your head, she kisses your bruised cheek, telling you things will be ok. She then proceeds to tell you that 2 years ago, the same thing happened to her. Not 3 guys, but only 2, and that was 2 too many. You feel a kindred thread reach between the two of you. She DOES understand. She says she had no one at the time, and she's glad to be here for you. She suggests you take a hot shower, to get the "dirt" from you. You agree. "Besides, you can't go anywhere in that messed up dress anyway." she says. You go into the bathroom, disrobe and turn the water on. Stepping into the hot shower, you close the door, and let the heat beat down on you. She has a shower massage on the shower head, and you set it to "pulse". The sore muscles relax, and you let you mind wander. You find that you are not mad at the men, just feel sorry for them, that they have such problems that they have to beat up and rape women. Your eyes jerk open as you hear the shower door open. Opening the door, Laura has come in to see if you need anything. You had already washed their come from inside you, and washed your hair. "No, I'm fine, thanks." (Why is she looking at you so hard?) "How about your back? Can you reach that?" "No, I can't. My shoulder is too stiff. You could do that for me, if you like." "OK," she says. "But I'll have to get in with you. I'll get all wet. I was due for a bath anyway. Shower's just as good. This place has a LOT of hot water." You agree, and she closes the door. As you are washing your legs off, you find yourself watching her through the translucent shower door. She removes her blouse, skirt, and underwear. Finally unsnapping her bra, she lets her large breasts swing free. She drops her things on the floor, and starts to get in. You turn your back, somehow embarrassed. Your beaten body looks so bad next to her smooth, white skin. "Hey," she says. "It's ok. It happened to me. I know how you feel. It's alright. You forget, I've had 2 years to recover. " She puts her hand on your shoulder, and you relax. She soaps up a washcloth, and proceeds to wash your back. You must have sat in something, because she sure washes over your ass a lot. But the soap and heat feel so good. Your sore back relaxes. You know you'll have bruises, but they won't be too bad. She asks you to do her back. You agree, it's the least you can do for her, after all the kindness she has shown you. Turning around, you grab the washcloth, and notice your breasts brush against hers. My, she has some large pointed nipples! Bigger by far than yours. She turns around, and you soap her up, washing over her back, her shoulders. You decide to ...