..? With him?”Sammi nodded.Linda let me go and climbed off the couch. “Then do you know about this other case he’s not telling me about?”Crap....ammi backed up a step. “If Seth hasn’t told you, then I can’t either.”I blinked up at Sammi, flipped over on the couch, and tried to hold my pants closed around me while standing on my knees. “Thank you,” I said. “Leanne told me everyone only talks about ... the mundane stuff.”Linda was looking back and forth like she was watching a tennis match, until. I'm a Rapeaholic (123, "HI JAZ!")Some of you may know me. I've been writing rape stories on the internet for years. Hardcore, nasty stuff. That's what I like. But they were just fiction for the most part. Oh some of them are a little true... but not completely. Maybe a Reader told me about her rape, and asked me to write about it. Like to cathartisize it. I fantasize, I wrote about what I would like to do, but I NEVER DID.I used to be a normal guy. Quiet, almost shy. I got good gades in school,. They were hard enough to poke your eye out. As I sucked one nipple, my hands were busy lightly tracing the under part of her mounds. She seemed to be in heaven.About then, there was a knock at the door. "Nooo!", she cried.I went to close the doors, stopping to quietly open the blinds. She just heard the french doors close.At the door was a man that I had just met a few weeks earlier at Home Depot. I had invited him to come by sometime and see my woodworking shop. My Wife had not met him yet. I. ”“Courtney wants to have sex with your ten year old daughter,” I spat, trying to make myself clear. “And she can’t control herself.”Rachel laughed. “You’re right about that last part. Courtney can’t control herself. She is quite wild. I’ve never met a young woman who hates men so passionately. Or one who loves women so passionately. I wonder if her father had something to do with that. But I digress. Becky can take care of herself. You’ve seen her Gregory, she’s positively superhuman. I’m proud.