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    “Yeah! Asshole!” another person agrees, bringing me more surprise.
    “Thank you guys,” I speak, as I shrink into the shelter, eyes following the car into the parking lot. And, as expected, it parks at the gym, and three men climb out. I recognize all three as… Billy’s trainers.

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    “What do mean, you’re done training? Are you hurt?”
    “No. I’m just done,” I say, feeling sick to my stomach. I can’t tell him why, and I know I should. What they did was wrong, and he should know what kind of people he has working for him… but I can’t do it. Something inside of me holds him partially responsible. I felt protected by Billy— and, now I find out he may be one of them. I feel betrayed.
    I hang up my phone, and knowing he’ll call back, I turn it off. It dies with a fading signal as I fall onto my bed crying myself to sleep.

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    ‘ What time is it? ’ My eyes blink open, as I struggle to see the bedroom clock. 9:17 PM
    Another loud noise comes from my living room, and it takes me moment before I’m fully awake , and aware someone is knocking at my front door.
    Climbing off the bed, and looking into the dresser mirror , I fluff my hair and head for the door. I’m still dressed in the tight fitting sweater and mini skirt I wore to work , and I smile briefly thinking about all of the compliments, I received today. It’s amazing what a little bit of confidence can do for a person. I say that because, I haven’t seen any big changes in my body, but everyone keeps telling me how different I look. T wo weeks ago I would have never had the confidence to wear something like this. ‘ Those are skinny chick clothes. ’ I would have said.
    It makes me think of Billy , and my smile is gone.
    My knee high, leather stiletto boots click down the hall as I approach the front door. I jump back quickly after looking through the peek hole, having seen Billy standing outside the door. ‘That, son of a bitch, h e looked up my address.’ I think, yanking t he door open .
    “I never gave anyone permission to come by my house. That’s not cool, dude. ”
    “Yeah— Well I don’t think it’ s cool to dip out on someone, and not tell them why. What’s up with that?” Billy responds quickly . He’s clearly annoyed, and obviously looking for one of two things. An answer , — or a fight.
    “ Really? ” I yell, poking my head into the hallway. L ooking back and forth , I grab him by the arm, and pull him inside, slamming the door shut. “I’ll tell you what’s up with that! Why did you let ? I mean. W hy do you let ? ” I stutter, trying to find a way to ask , why he all ows his people to act the way they do. But, I can’ t. I’m afraid I might find out he acts that way too .
    “Why did I what?”
    “Why did you let me suck your dick, and then act like nothing ever happened? You used me! ” I blurt out stupidly, knowing I didn’t really feel like that. Well, maybe a little. Sure, I would have like d more f r om him. B ut we had become so close afterwards , that I was happy just being his friend.
    “ That’s what this is about,” he states, chuckling lightly.
    “See! You don’t even care. ‘ That’s what this is about , ’ I mock in a deep voice. “Whatever,” I walk away, as a tear rolls down my face. ‘Oh, great! Now I’m going to start crying.’ I stifle the ones trying to follow , with a wipe and sniffle.
    “Wait a second ,” Billy responds, grabbing my shoulder , turning me around , slowly . “ First off, it’s not even like that. I didn’ t use you.”
    “Then what would you call it?”
    “Oh man.” He shrugs, letting out a deep breath. “ Okay, listen. This is going to sound stupid.” He pauses, shaking his head. “I’m in training camp right now.”
    “What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask, waiting for some bullshit guy story. At least the means guys just tell you straight up what the deal is. ‘You’re fat and I was using you… But, thanks for the