Apparently Folsom wasn’t gone for a full workday each time he left the basement. He came back two and three times a day to check on me. To rape me.N...t that I think he savored the act. Maybe I’ll never know his reasoning, but he had apparently felt some kind of compulsion to return again and again. That — leaving and coming back — had thrown off my internal clock.And the compressed calendar meant that Clint had moved fast, faster than I had realized at the time. He had been worried; then came. "Boring is nice." That's what my friends back in Philly like to say. Anyways, I went hiking one day and about 1 hr, and maybe about 1 1/2 mile into this thick, cute white girl passed me. She didn't make eye contact like most White women when they come across a Black man. I didn't pay much mind, and we both continued on our trek but I did notice those huge titties she had. They were nice looking. Once I reached my 1 mile mark I turned around to head back. Once I reach I reach the car thoughts of. They want that too. But it's not all about sex. I help them rediscover how attractive, how alluring, how desirable they still are." And then you leave them." Don't make it sound quite so cold. Every woman I have ever romanced has had no regrets at the end. "The drink had relaxed her and Jimmy turned on the small stereo and tuned across the dial until he found some romantic latin music."Jimmy, I..." she began in protest when he turned out all the lights and lit a single candle."One dance," he. No wonder Christi was raising such a commotion, for both containers bore the words "Made from 100% Natural Cinnamon Candy!" and "Nothin' Says Lovin' like Atomic Cocks 'O' Fire!" Well, ladies, it looks like everything's in order here," Officer Ray tipped his hat. "I'll be in the car if you need me. Have fun."Ray flipped off the light -- click! -- on his way out."Hello, Kathy." A man's voice spoke softly. It was Michael!"Michael!" Kathy searched the darkness for his face.He lit a candle, but.