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Becoming Chloe by Catherine Ryan Hyde6/28/2023 ![]() ![]() I realize that my inconvenience at being kept awake doesn't stack up to much. It's okay."īy now my stomach is all cold and I realize this is rape going on up there. This is so real it's starting to change me. I hear a guy say, "Someone's coming." He's talking in that kind of hoarse whisper they call a stage whisper, but this is definitely not the stage. But at the street end of the alley there's a little bit of light, and I look down that way, and I see about three more pairs of feet. ![]() ![]() And even less makes it down here where I sleep. There's a streetlight out on the avenue, but not much light makes it down to the back of the alley. Lower than they probably thought they'd ever go. Already I've seen people sink pretty low and not think twice about it. Because who gets turned on by lying in filth on cold concrete to do it? Then again, in this city, who knows? I've been in this city five days. That this is not a voluntary gig on her part. The girl is on her back on the hard concrete of that filthy alley, and I entertain the thought that maybe this was never her idea. I can hear the guy grunting the way guys do. I'm trying to get some sleep, only there are people having sex out there. The cellar has five high windows that let out onto the alley between this building and the next. ![]()
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