Ain’t I right baby?”I looked in the mirror knowing he was watching me and I made a smirk and then licked my lips slowly-and said teasingly,“When...I packed my black pumps in my bag this morning all I could think about was turning you on. Then when I was stepping into my heels after practice, all I could think about was looking sexy for you, and as I was walking to your office, I was getting so turned on by the clicking sounds my high heels made on the tiled floors. As I listened to the clicking. Who will be held responsible? What role did Scott play in Elizabeths attack? Read on to learn more. I sat in my room after the group meeting. I could hardly believe Elizabeth had the guts to tell the group about her assault only a few days after it happened. But that was the Elizabeth I knew, so incredibly strong. I felt so numb after my rape, so much the victim, I felt so sorry for myself, all I wanted to do was cry but those werent the emotions I saw in Elizabeth. Instead I saw determination. " "I hope that will be fine with you. I have most of the afternoon free. Even if you need to leave early, I like to have a couple of glasses of wine with lunch." "Oh, that will be perfect," Sandy said in a practiced voice. A glass of wine would calm her down. If she was going to be nervous, she didn't want to telegraph it to the professor. "Okay, you know my name is Jacques so why not call me that. What is your name?" he asked. The professor was so honest but Sandy just couldn't bring. Her lips curved into an affectionate smile about my mouth, and she lathered my static tongue with a swirling pattern. I was about to join in the kiss, when my mind came surging back to me, and the horrible realization dawned on me. I broke from the kiss with a scream, and tried to spit the taste of her from my mouth. She just chuckled lowly, and pet my hair as I thrashed in Adri’s arms. “Was that your first kiss?” Mom queried.“Why the fuck did you do that?!” I screamed. “Because you need to.