I dragged myself to the door to answer it. I opened the door to see my neighbor. I stay in an apartment, I don’t interact much with anyone as most...of the time am busy at work or traveling. I had seen her a few times, even smiled an acknowledgement once in a while. She said hi and asked me if I knew how to fix a fuse? I nodded a yes. She asked me if I could help her fix a blown fuse at her place, I told her will be with her I a few. I closed the door, brushed my teeth washed up and went. Mrs. Turner was right, she had fucked my brains out.Later on as I lay in my bed, I thought about what had happened earlier. It didn't bother me that Mrs. Turner was four years older than my mom. I kind of wondered if my mom was fucking my dad that good. Maybe that is why my dad is such a happy guy!Mrs. Turner and I had another lesson the next day. Again we had another sexual encounter that was very satisfying to her and to me. That was the end of my fly casting lessons, but not the end of sex. Some real estate. Some ranching -- horses. Some construction. He's a lawyer, but he doesn't practice. Many people come to him for advice."I bet they did. I read a lot. I had a rich fantasy life."Here we are! You sit down while I make coffee!"But first, just inside the door, I grabbed her and gave her a kiss and ran my hands up and down her back. She giggled and pulled away. "No. Wait." I sighed and followed her into the kitchen where she got busy with beans and grinder and a genuine espresso. I’m vey lucky, because apparently my sister found me shortly after I tried. She screamed for my mom and they called an ambulance and I ended up in the hospital and got units of blood and that saved me from dying. So tonight I need to tell you I was raped. I turned myself into a slut for a guy and he shared me with anyone he wanted to and I let him. He sent me to the man who raped me and maybe even got his friends to hurt my best friend to stop her from telling the police about my rape.”I.