You are a fighter, but you don’t have to fight alone.’ ‘Its my fault you know, its all my fault, everything.’ I start to sob a new. Lydia gent...y pulls my hair back away from my face and ear. ‘Don’t you ever say that!’ Her voice is felled with passion. ‘Its not your fault! No matter what anyone says, no matter what you think, its not your fault.’ ‘You don’t even know what happened.’ ‘I don’t have to know, to know the just of it. It was your stepfather wasn’t it?’ ‘Yes.’ My voice was barely. Stevens left to go on rounds…” I should mention that Dr. Stevens is her husband and I have no idea why she always refers to him as “Dr. Stevens” but she always has. She continued, “…when Dr. Stevens left to go on rounds it was early, dark still but I woke up and lay in bed waiting to see if Ryan would come peeping again.”“Did he?”“Well, I fell asleep again as I usually do after he leaves but it was a restless sleep filled with thoughts of my Ryan coming into my room again. I woke again to find. They knew that nobody would be looking for him ifhe disappeared because he had left instructions not to contact him while hewas away. And, most importantly, they knew that he was exactly what the Ladywanted, the wet dream she had described in complete detail when she had calledon them. All chatter in the van stops now as the men turn into the far end of the parkinglot. Cigarettes are hastily extinguished and the radio is silenced. There isthe soft sound of seatbelts being unfastened, doors. I felt like I had a little angel on one shoulder and a little devil on the other; like you see in the cartoons. The angel was telling me to be honorable and leave; the devil was saying how beautiful and sexy she was and to jump her bones. Finally it seemed like the little devil walked across my shoulders and kicked the angel in the butt and pushed it off my shoulder.I let myself be led to the sofa and she began a lap dance that grabbed my full attention. Becky rubbed up and down my body with.