I walked away silent. Stunned.

The first month was hard. I couldn’t just walk around in my underwear, and if I went to the bathroom, I had to make sure I not only shut the door but locked it, too. Also, I learned early on that if I wanted privacy, I needed to shut my door (which I normally didn’t like doing – it made me feel claustrophobic). Jodi had the disconcerting habit of suddenly walking into my room and asking, “What’s up?”

It had been bad enough listening to Tom speak to Jodi on the phone, when he’d be spouting such nonsense as, “No, I love you more!” and “You’re my wittle baby girl.” Now I got to enjoy the full performance. And it sucked.

I spent whatever time I could out of the apartment because I couldn’t stand watching them suck face 24-7. I’d become a regular at Rock Hard, and Mendez said I was actually “starting to look like a human being.”

I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror, admiring my new and improved physique. I didn’t notice when Jodi walked in.

“What’s up, sexy?”