I was 22 at the time. My friend was a couple of years older than me, but his cousin was five years younger. His cousin brought along two gals with h...m from his high school class. One was his girlfriend (or someone he was 'seeing'). The other was her single friend, Tiffany. So I'm a 22 year old college grad and Tiffany is a 17 year old high school student. In my state, 17 is the age of consent unless the older person is in a position of trust (i.e., a teacher). So since I am not in such a. Of course, there were many negatives. He was a dangerous criminal for a start, no matchmaker would be impressed with his career credentials. He was estranged from his family and all polite society…but then again, so was she. He was overbearing, arrogant, demanding and patronising. But…so very, very sexy. It maddened her on occasion that she craved his touch so, but he intoxicated her like no other man ever could. He was a skilled lover, he was intelligent and well-educated, a good. Now Im not usually the type to write down all that touchy-feely crap in a journal like this. Last week though, something incredible happened that I just couldnt keep inside any longer. Mostly because Im afraid Ill forget it in many years to come, but also so that I can remember the specific details of the events of last week in all their glory, Ive chosen to make an entry in this old journal I found in my closet today. Ill try to write in as much detail as I can managehere goes: This whole. They aren’t going to stop until there’s nothing left. My mind raced with the possibilities, each one darker than the last. Was it the pain that terrified me the most, or the mutilation? The mutilation. Each smash of the hammer, each grind of the saw, each cut of the knife would remove more than just flesh and bone. No more playing the violin, no more drawing a bow, no more making love, no more running, no more walking, no more standing, no more tasting, no more seeing. Another wave of panic.