? The party was on a Saturday. The next day, I bought a fake beard and wig. I put them into the trunk of my car along with a bottle of homemade...chloroform and a pack of condoms. This is what the police would call a ?rape kit.? I had everything I needed. Now to make the arrangements.I couldn’t just show up at Minh’s place without calling. For one thing she might not be at home, and for another she might not be alone. My daughter would undoubtedly know her number, but after Minh’s body was. ‘What do you think will make Santa give you better presents?’ I asked, and the girl turned to look at me. ‘Cookies or carrots?’ The girl flashed me one of those big, cheesy smiles that only little kids can mean sincerely. Obviously, she’d not yet had the ‘stranger danger’ conversation with her parents. I hoped I wasn’t coming off like a letch, but her mom smiled at me and eased my concerns. ‘Uh, cookies,’ she said, like that was the most obvious thing in the world. ‘I think so, too,’ I said.. Pankaj never kissed my pussy, and I was impressed with Madhan. I was encouraging him to go harsh on me.My moans become louder and dirty.I shaved my pussy in the morning. Its clean, and his tongue was filling with warmth. He pushed his tongue deep inside of pussy. He was rotating his tongue inside my pussy. I was moaning like, “Suck my cunt, cunt, suck, oh! Dear, suck, suck.”My blood is getting warmer. And my moan became very dirty. He started sucking my pussy hard. I don’t remember how many. We play games. We talk. We dream. Maybe that’s the most important thing. I’ve always been able to share my music with other musicians—in the orchestra, ensembles, performing. I’ve never been able to share my dreams,” Cindy said.We were all quiet and, if anything, Cindy relaxed further, leaning back against me. Betty finished her tea and I saw Mom nod at her. The two women stood up.“I’m sure everyone will be back from the ballgame soon,” Mom said. “It’s midnight. I’m exhausted and need to go.