Donald now placed his hand on Emma’s stomach and gently rubbed it and told her to relax, just relax.And the ecstatic torture began. Oh, the feeling...was so wonderful, nothing she had ever felt before, but it was so wonderful it almost seemed to hurt her this level of pleasure she had never experienced, or ever expected before. She squirmed beneath Donald administrations and moaned and started to beg him to stop – but again his finger was on her lips and the look on his face told her to be. When I finally told the story of the rape, giving him my perspective, and then connecting it to Mario, I saw his face slowly go white. ‘I’m, I’m so sorry,’ Jim told me assuringly. ‘What happened to you is unfair. Really fucking unfair, man. Zoey sounds like a sociopath. A clinical sociopath. She should be sitting here. Not you.’ Hearing Jim say that it was unfair was really a small gesture. But I had been carrying the weight of this rape for six years. I felt it was all my fault. That I. “I haven’t called anyone since we left the country. I don’t even know who I’d call.”“Maddie,” Keith said softly, “your brother was in Indianapolis when the bomb went off there. We’d just left. And he knew we were coming to Mainz.” Maddie was silent—near defiance. A tear trickled from one eye down her cheek.“Joey is a good kid,” she said, shaking slightly. “He wouldn’t do anything like that. He’s always afraid someone is chasing him. Maybe he thinks ‘they’ are after me now. Keith, do you think. ?”“I will speak with Marysol. We’ll work something out!” I assured my mother-in-law.“Isn’t it about time for your program to start?”“You’re so thoughtful, dear. Kiss me bye and hand me the remote, please.” Julia shifted attention to the TV. I kissed her on the mouth, and she kissed me back, but also tilted her head to not lose sight of the TV. So I kissed her again, undercover. Tunneling under the sheet she’d drawn up to her waist, I insinuated myself easily between her thighs. Julia.