A real snapshot from this past weekend.
This is how I spent Friday afternoon.
Well, until he actually did arrive.
And after? After W shoved me back in my car and sent me home to Ad and the kids and a birthday party for Ad’s niece with his whole family, with a fat lip (from being bit) and a scraped cheekbone (from being ground into the floor) and a throbbing, bruised cunt (from you can guess what.)
Oh, and a plastic bag of urine-soaked clothes, from W pissing on me and leaving to lay there in it, after the stranger used me and left there.
And that was just the start of the weekend.