They're not going to try very hard to defend a rapist. Or murderer. Or what have you. If you don't volunteer information, they're just going to assume...guilt and go through the motions, moving on to the next case.That's why it took under an hour for the jury to deliberate my fate.Guilty of first-degree rape.What was the point, really? Why tell my story to a therapist? To a cell mate? Anybody?Nobody would believe me, and it would just look like I was pussy, anyway. Which is what I was. She made. "There's an Outback Steakhouse a couple of miles down theroad," said Danielle. "Why don't we go there for dinner?" Everyoneagreed.When we got there the hostess told us that it would be a 30-minute wait.We gave her our name and headed for the bar. It was fairly crowded butwe saw two empty chairs. "Tammy, you and Jamie sit down and Linda and Iwill stand behind you." We climbed onto the barstools. Looking around Inoticed that several men were staring at our nylon-encased legs. Justthen the two-men. Perhaps Dad`s form of sexual foreplay. Regular slow sweeps of the brush had her smiling, humming a tune, and waving her arms about like a conductor, obviously enjoying the feelings. He stood behind her chair, and she slowly quietened, drifting into her dream world once more, she looked distant and muttered “That’s nice Cyril, Mmmm that’s nice,” which considering he was Alec and his dad had been Jim was a tad worrying. “Play with my tits Cyril, go on, like you usually do, hurt me like you always. (Interruption commercial break)Ron: During the break, I asked Bare from LinBare if she was comfortable enough that I can stream this interview over our website.Bare: Going back to the question you asked me before the break, what were the reasons behind the dramatic changes in my lifestyle. It really started out with a group of friends, the same group that makes up LinBare. We were all gathered around the picnic bench that was in the corner of that old barn we used to practice at. In there,.