They didn't say there would be any repairs today. I hope the lights are on in the stairway."She goes to the stair door and opens it. The lights are of... and it's pitch black. "Crap," she mutters. She digs in her purse and pulls out a miniature flashlight, switches it on, and starts down the fifth floor stairs, slowly stepping and squinting in the darkness."Damn I hope they fix that elevator by tomorrow."She makes it to the fourth floor landing and stops to adjust the beam of light. She makes the. Pressure was building and building, and she could feel her nerves prime for an explosion. Rachel could tell he was close too. “Oh fuck! Oh FUCK! You’re going to make me have your babies? You want some daughters of your own to rape!”“Yes! Yes! Yes!” He growled in her face, the both of them staring each other in the eyes. “And I’ll make you watch. But first I’m going to rape you again and again. And your sister. Yeah, I’ll make you watch that too. Understand, you breedable little slut?”“Yes!. She cried in pain. "Ms. Evans, you could NOT be my mother. My mother does not dress and actlike a slut. My mother is not a sex-hungry whore like you. So shut up and getready to be fucked the way you only dreamed of." With these words, he started forcing her to turn her face against the wall. * The taste of bile in her mouth is a blessing. It erases the taste that ismaking her hate herself. She struggled. She did. He wanted to have her from behind. She struggled. * "Jeremy, no, please, you're. With the game on the line I had to keep my mouth shut otherwise Lisa would have a fit. She was afraid I might jinx it and she was sitting still on the couch practically holding her breath. I blame her family. They were all die hard Cub fans from her grandfather, to her father, and her little brother. It was bases loaded and two outs in the bottom of the inning and the batter was down to two strikes. The pitch came and the.