At least then I had an excuse to say why I might have the wrong phone I’m my hand!!! What I found amazed me...Lexy had been messaging a guy from her...work and as I found out been meeting. We were in our mid late 20s and this guy was I’m his 50’s, very good looking guy, toned and hung. Looked like a George Cloony type guy and to be fair the guy had serious game. The messages I found were shocking but at the same time very horny and making me thing quite a lot about a new found feeling of someone. You go running back to him and let him treat you like dirt and then get pissed off that someone worries about you walking home alone. Well fuck you lady!’ And with that he angrily grabbed her wrist and twisted hard, the knife dropping to the ground as he pulled her to face him. Grabbing both of her hands in just one of his he held them above her head, pushing her back against the brick wall of the alley. ‘You think if I can do this some other bastard couldn’t? You’re a fucking rape waiting to. That all changed two months after her eighteenth birthday and one-week after she had started college. Gaye met and fell head over heels in love with Jimmy. He asked her out, she accepted and three dates later she had given Jimmy her virginity. Her mother despised Jimmy and did her best to get Gaye to break up with him, but Gaye had reached the age where she fought back against her mother's wishes the only way she could. If her mother wanted it or approved of it Gaye was automatically against. Granting her permission she came in and shut the door behind her and settled down in a visitors chair.Well. what is it that you want to talk to me about.She remained silent for a moment and then she said "could she come out to my home for a weekend soon? She wanted to get away from a 'boy friend ' she was trying to quit.I picked up the phone and discussed events with my wife, who after some hesitation agreed for her to come.This met with a favourable smile indicating that her request had been.