I grabbed the bottle and the glass and we staggered to the bedroom. We were holding on to each other, laughing and bumping into things in the dark. ... hope we didn’t break anything, lol.When in bed, you laid on your tummy. I got in. You started to turn over but I stopped you. You were laying flat on your tummy but your shoulders were higher than the small of your back. I poured a shot glass full and poured it down your back from your shoulders. Your body was much hotter than the tequila. As I got nearer to the playground, I saw a couple of teenagers making out on one of the benches. They were so wrapped up in each other that they didn't notice me as I walked by. I thought about doubling back and watching them from behind a tree, but watching really isn't my thing. Besides, I had already accomplished what I had come for. There was a guy following me; the fish was nibbling at the bait.I made my way to the playground, humming and skipping like the little girl I was pretending to. "What did you want to talk about? Does this have anything to do with Val's dad?" I asked."No. It actually has to do with something else. I think that thing with how I was raped by those guys was faked. I think Stan put those memories into my head with his hypnosis." She was almost crying."Why tell me this?" Although with the flashes of visions I've been having, I was almost afraid of the answer."I think you may be the father. I think he hypnotized us into having sex. But I'm not sure if that's. He had shared his fantasies with her and listened to hers. Tonight would be the best night of her life if she didn't let her stupid head get in the way.Becky leaned back against the pole in the middle of her basement. The concrete was cold against he bare back. She wound the rope around her and around the pole until she had what felt like a rope corset. Then she tied the rope off in a bow, making her look like a present for him. Then she quickly blindfolded herself with the scarf. Now there was.