He was awake when I left the room; I hoped he’d go with me. It was better talking to someone when running.When he didn’t show by the time my stret...hing was done so I started my run. I wasn’t his babysitter. A casual pace for 5 miles was good for the morning. It was about 10 laps around the neighborhood, then walking a lap around the neighborhood to cool down.As I came to the driveway, the girl from across the street came bounding out towards me. Her name was Jackie Baird.In the seven years. It was far easier to understand and believe, for there hadn't been a rape in these parts in over sixty years. To anyone who would listen, the widow Wylie would spin her little tale:"The Black Snakeshine got her! Mark my word! Told me herself, Hannah did, that she saw the snakes, but I could see it in her eyes she was a-fibbing! The eyes never lie, dontcha know? And since she was nekkid, as nekked as a jaybird, I knew what she was up to!" She'd cackle here, her point made, letting the story stew. But I have no strength.The fat man responded by getting more aggressive. I could feel hisweight on me. He unlatches my loosening belt. I have no way to stop him.he's trying to get into my pants! His fat fingers caressed my smoothstomach. His touch sent shivers all over my sensitive body. This isdisgusting, why is my body responding to his advances? This guy must begay and I'm sure he's drugged me.Then the fat pervert's hands went down my boxers! I was scared. It lookslike I'm getting raped here. She almost walkedinto the female side, but remembered at the last second thatshe looked like a male. Once inside, she relieved herselfin the way she had seen Jonathon do, by standing at aurinal. That was a really different experience for her.The girls were still there when she left, and watched herwalk to her car. She figured that since it was a nice day,that she would put the top down on her convertible. Shecould hear the girls giggling about something, turned tolook at them, they were looking.