Reaching in I pulled the lever and we entered the room. Laura looked at the room and started checking the machines, "Do you know what this is? This is...a communications center capable of receiving any signal I can think of." She started showing us the shortwave, FM/AM radio receiver/transmitters, and others I had never heard of. She looked at the Reynolds Clan leader, "Mike, if you can broadcast and receive, we can communicate. Give me a frequency before you leave."While she was talking to the. It had been so easy to fall in love with the man. We'd talked about so many things, everything it seemed, but this was new; my confession that I was a pedophile in some strange way. How else could I explain this desire to see my husband making love to a child of thirteen? Kurt wouldn't understand this, and how could he when I didn't understand it myself?"Are you angry?" I whispered, afraid to move against him. Kurt's penis was still hard, still inside me, and he held me tight, but that was. About 7pm One evening just after we had eat our evening meal I went up to my bedroom, I had told my mother that I was going to my room to do my homework but in fact I was horny and I wanted to get in my room and play with my once again hardening teen cock, a bit later I heard my mother come up from downstairs and go into her bedroom, a short while later she came out and made her way to the bathroom, as I played with myself in private in my bedroom I heard the shower start up, soon after that I. I knew what hadhappened, sort of, since the entire time I was acting crazy, I couldfuzzily see what was going on, but I had no control, no controlwhatsoever. There were also many blank periods in which I rememberednothing. The trauma of the multiple rapes, along with the news ofAngela's death had caused something in my head to snap, and I completelylost it. I was apparently now in some sort of mental institution; threemonths had gone by, in which time my antics had gotten me committed and Ihad.