“Wear this next time we meet. But, under no circumstances open this box until just before you set off. Text me when you leave.” At the time, you t...ought my words a little strange, but now you are intrigued. Putting it back in its hiding place, you resist the temptation to open it. That can wait until tomorrow, when we’re due to meet at York train station. Morning comes. You shower and get dressed, wearing jeans and a cream top. As you spray your gorgeous Flowerbomb over your body, you think. Not only did I have to contend with the camera and the light juggling, I also had to fend off one of the ushers. When were guys going to figure out that a woman is programmed from birth to say no. At least when a guy asks, "Hey baby do you wanna fuck?"I felt the familiar knife twist in my gut several times during the reception. Fortunately I was able to fight off most of the blackouts. Not all but most of them. The few times I drifted off, it was for no more than a moment or two.I had been. This is my private moment. The water envelopes me and this is my fifteen minutes of peace in my own home where I can escape. No kids. Nothing. Just me, for a precious stolen moment. I look at my shower massager. Hmmm, thinking as I lean against the tiled wall lathering my body with the sponge in slow circular motions. My mind wanders thinking of Him and my eyes close as I picture so clearly the man touching me. The image of his arms pinning me against the wall, leaning over me with his low. The masks were similar to those you might buy for Halloween. But most importantly, the strangers were holding pistols aimed directly at Jerry and Mandy. The woman was holding a canvas bag similar to that used by carpenters to carry their tools."Walk inside, both of you and don't say a word." the man told them pointing his pistol in the direction of the door.After they were all inside the man closed the door behind them."OK, here's the way its going to be, we are going to help ourselves to some.