THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH WHAT YOU THINK...IF YOU EVER THINK AT ALL. I crawled into the shower and turned on the water. I had noticed many random bruises on my legs and arms. Even my breasts. It was as if I had been beaten. The cold water brought back the entire night in a flashback. We were kissing quickly, breathlessly, passionatly. I immediatly remembered everything. We were against the wall which gave me all the bruises, unintentionally. I felt nothing except incredible lust. It almost made me feel disusting remincing about it. But it seemed absolutaly beautiful at the exact same time. I loved him and I regretted nothing. But it hurt.