Fifty One

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Shaynes POV

One year later

I walked into the same place. The sexual assault association. I've cried many times hearing the stories these people had to tell of much worse assault than I had.

I've told my story a bunch of times to other women and men.

I've moved far along with Damien too. Everything is going smoothly. I've been able to get to the point where I can make out shirtless with Damien.

But anytime I try to take my pants off it just reminds me of that morning and I freak out and have a panic attack.

A few hours later

I drive back home from a good meeting. I was able to share my story and I didn't even shed a tear.

I think I'm ready.

At the house.

I walked towards Damien and pushed him on the bed and made out with him.

"Are you sure this is okay?" He asks

Every time he asks that same question literally 500 times. It's kind of annoying but also, sweet. I know he cares about me a lot.

"Damien I think I'm ready."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes" I said excited

"Are you sure?"

"Yes" I said a little less excited

"Are you sure?"

"You're getting rid of it."

"Okay well lets go!"

I took my shirt off. And took my pants off.

Damien took his off slowly. So I helped him, or forcefully took his shirt off. And same for his pants too.

I took my underwear off and forced it off him too.

"You should really be asking if I'm okay." He said laughing

"Are you okay?" I asked also laughing

"Yes." He said smiling big

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YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO WAIT FOR THE SMUTS

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