Regards, Dr. Arnold Blake, PhDI felt someone standing next to me and looked up. Fish was reading over my shoulder.“My condolences on your unfortunat... circumstances? What an asshole.”While I agreed with Fish, I was worried about being called into his office.“You don’t think I’m in trouble, do you?”Fish shook his head, “No way. You didn’t do anything wrong. He just wants to be a pompous jackass in person. Condolences ... that asshole makes it sound like you died.”“Not yet,” I muttered grimly as I. I’m not telling the whole truth. I was thinking about smoothing stockings up his legs and caressing that lovely bum.I had gotten as far as deciding not to wear a bra and dropping a chemise over my head, when I heard the door.“I’m still doing my hair,” I shouted. “Put the kettle on.” Surely anyone would agree that there was not a word of temptation in that, I was still being a good girl. That’s what I thought, but the next second I heard footsteps on the stairs. Did he know that I was still half. It was a bright but cold day, which was ideal for running. I did some brief warm ups, then set off the short walk along the public roads to the start of the course. I did the short run first and felt really good. I gave myself a breather, then warmed up a bit more seriously before setting my black plastic Casio watch and attacking the much longer competition course. I nearly chickened out when I saw the stream, which was deeper than I had ever seen it before, swollen with recent rains, but then. Anyway, why would I need that sort of thing any more than YOU do?”“Haley,” interjected Matt, “your momma’s right. You might be okay now, but this may come back on you later, when you least expect it to. If that happens, you let your momma or me know ASAP! We will get you any private mental health assistance that you need.”“Mental health?” asked Haley. “What’s that all about? I mean, it was all physical and it was just sex and...”“Haley,” said Matt, “this was NOT about sex! Remember that! Rape.