My eyebrows rose from total shock. "Oh! Your son? But his last name is Ford?" I ask in confusion."His mom's last name is Ford. I'm in the process of g...tting a divorce. He decided to keep his last name as Ford instead of Howard." he said. I was speechless, I guess that explains the night at the party when he had no wedding ring on. Less then ten minutes ago, I had just slept with my math teacher's son! Here I was standing here with his future grandk**s inside me."I was just about to leave." I. No wonder the old man was acting a little strangely."After the attack, he got hooked up with a few other men who had suffered similar losses. Kind of a cabal. They've got access to money, connections in the agency and in the CIA and Mossad, pretty much everything they need to get their revenge." He cocked his head toward the house. "I'd imagine that's what he's up to. You can bet that Lester milked him dry." He glanced at the house."But the broad?" The second agent's eyes were narrowed to. He explained that on entering the fellow got a big shock, his eyes and face became reddish, he was swaying a bit nervously knowing not what to do, moved his hand over his penis which might have had a small erection. Before leaving, my husband told that he looked back again at me with great curiosity in his eyes. So for next few days, I appeared in this dress before him with my husband present on some days. He became familiar with my appearance in this dress but quite often his eyes tried to. I come closer, slowly, and wrap my arms around her. I have her arms in an ‘X’ pattern and I hold them there. I hold her close to me as she cries. She can’t move, and she continues to bawl in my arms. She probably saw a photo, a post, some sort of trigger. Or she could have just been thinking about high school, about him, about all the different ways he touched her, about all the pain he’s caused her, about all the pain that is still here, years later. About the pain she fears may never go away..