‘Quite possibly,’ I replied. Etta responded: ‘Well, why don’t you come down to my law firm and chat with the senior partner I work for about h...s experiences. You might find it interesting.’ ‘I’d love to do that,’ I answered. So Etta arranged a visit during my lunch break the next week. I enjoyed hearing about what her boss did on a day to day basis and his tips for getting into a good law school. As Etta walked me out to the door after my luncheon chat, she invited me to come back the next day. Cope walked across the street in his stolid gait, and rang the doorbell.A housekeeper opened the door. Yessir nice titties on them Hispanic girls, Cope thought cheerily. ?You are Mister Copeland? Mrs. Enright waiting in the parlor.?Cope entered the parlor, and yup, here’s a looker. Mrs. Enright was blonde and she had a nice figure in that little black dress of hers. ?How are you, Mr. Copeland? I am so glad you could come on such short notice!??Oh, you call me Cope, ma’am?what seems to be the. ?Get the fuck out of my house!?I didn’t leave. Instead, I begged for forgiveness, promising him anything he wanted and telling him how much I loved him. It was a mistake – a night of drunken loneliness and I promised never to do it again. It was a partial lie. He didn’t need to know I had cheated more than once but I was serious about never stepping out again.?Anything?? he demanded. ?Then let’s just see how serious you are!?He grabbed me and ripped my blouse off, spinning me around and pushing. The three days between that fateful moment and my finally having her, seemed like an eternity even to me. How could she have become so beautiful in just nineteen years? I hovered at the window, staring. She was kneeling beside her bed, saying her prayers. The long tresses of her golden hair fell innocently (or was it wantonly?) about her bare shoulders. The moonlight from the yard, brighter than the candlelight inside, poured through the window, rendering her nightclothes veritably transparent..