How about how it all started?

Well Anne, that’s actually quite a mystery. I guess it all started last Halloween but I'm quite fuzzy on the details.

Let me tell you about it. I was born on October 31st so Halloween has always a been big occasion for me. I would usually have a big dinner with my family and then I would go out trick or treating with my friends. Imagine, candies plus presents what else could a little girl wish for?

Obviously, the last few years the trick or treat part has been an excuse to go out unsupervised. Well last Halloween, as I turned eighteen, I had dinner with my parents and then I went out with Helen, Lila and a couple more friends from school. We went to this big party in a forest with lots of people coming from all the schools of the region. There were also some guys from the university.

As it was my big birthday I started drinking as soon as we got there. I was pretty drunk when this guy, Matt, I think his name was, came to me. He was really nice. He said he went to the university. So we started to talk, he was really interesting. Problem is after that I’ve got a big blank. Not a clue what happened after ten.

Helen told me later that I disappeared for a while, a couple of hours or so, and that when I came back I looked extremely pale and I had some blood on my clothes. Lila and her drove me home, sneaked me into my room and left me there.

Next thing I remember is waking up the next morning with the worst hangover of my whole life. Dry mouth, sizzling headache, thirsty as hell and damn horny. The sight of the sun light was absolutely unbearable. So I stayed in bed for the whole day. It was Sunday so my parents assumed that I had a bit too much fun and decided to let me sleep through it before grounding me for a month…

It was six or seven PM when I finally convinced myself to get up. I stumbled to the family bathroom to take a shower. I turned on the hot water only, I felt so cold. After a while I got out and looked at me in the mirror. That’s when I saw the bruises. Now I know perfectly well what they are but at the time they looked quite strange. Deep purple bruises the size of quarter separated by a couple of inches. I had two on the neck, two on the thigh and I nearly missed the last pair because they were hidden by my pubic hair. I touched them and was immediately ravaged by a terrible orgasm.

Anne, I hope you’re not prude because I will tell you a lot of things like that.

Anyway… What was I telling you? Ah yes… The bruises… Well … It felt so good that I lost track of time touching them until my mother brought me out of it knocking frantically on the door. It was nearly nine o'clock and my dinner was getting cold. I wrapped myself in a towel and found refuge in my bedroom. I told my mother through the door that I was not hungry and that I would rather sleep. She finally left me alone and I went to bed.

I didn't sleep though... But that's another problem we can talk about later.

Anyway, I haven't heard from this Matt guy since then but I suspect him of having made me what I am...