He cradled me in his big strong arms and moved my hair from my face as he wiped away the tears I'd shed. He kissed the cuts and bruising over my arms....Slowly, his mouth traveled upward to my neck, and kissed my mouth, cheek and eye softly as I winced with a painful grimace. His hands unbuttoned my shirt from top to bottom then my jeans as he kept kissing my face, neck and arms. Upon sliding my shirt off my shoulders and reaching around to unclasp my bra, he saw the bruising on my ribs and moved. Polly was running around, dressing, talking on the phone, and giving her assistant things to do, all at the same time.When she saw me, she smiled like a sunny day and motioned for me to sit at a small ice cream table that was set for two. As soon as I sat down, a woman walked in and filled a glass with fresh squeezed orange juice for both of us, took the top off of a silver bowl and served fresh fruit into a pair of small crystal bowls, and set them at each place setting, along with uncovering. Audrey shook her head."I was actually out cold when he did it," she reminded him. "Maybe I was lucky that way. I remember fighting him. I thought that I could fight him off up until everything went black. I'll always know that I never gave in. That helps a little." I think that you're going to be fine. Just remember that you have friends that you can lean on if you have to," Paul assured her.As they were finishing their entrees Audrey grew quiet."You look like you have something else on your. To my surprise and delight, she hooked her arm through mine as we walked, to anyone else we might have been mistaken for mother and daughter out for a stroll. Instead the truth was that I'd known this lovely young woman for less than an hour and I'd already had sex with her. As we strode along, Brigid told me a little about herself. She was twenty-seven years old, a devout Catholic who was saving herself for Mr. Right, so my lovely Brigid was a virgin. He parents were killed ten years ago on.