She definitely was the one who initiated the affair.After a few weeks we got into a more conventional relationship that involved real dates. Before th...t we only had various BDSM and other sexual activities when she rented a car. I was the one who insisted that we take this to a more serious level; I didn’t want to just be her “boy toy.” At that time, in the summer of 1976, I was twenty-one and she was sixteen years older than I was. Somehow, for a while at least, we clicked together.She was. Rawlings may have called in the Chief of Police to assess the situation. The Chief may have called in the Sheriff. The two heads would have talked to Rawlings and Jenkins, to find out what they knew. Then someone would have talked to Leo. He certainly had enough time to get his story straight, especially to make me out to be the bad guy. They would have asked him to repeat the story a couple of times, and even write the whole thing down. It was probably the most imaginative bit of writing ever. “I long so very much to fuck you,” Ronja whispered into her ear.“Not here on the walking bridge, there is bound to come somebody soon,” Maria reminded her. “I meant it more like it’s shame John is home tonight so we cannot sneak into my room and have sex for the rest of the night,” Ronja replied.“My parents are also home so no luck tonight. Maybe we actually find some spot to make out during the urban exploring,” Maria suggested as took her hand away from Ronja’s sex and licked her fingers. We started exploding into arguments over the most trivial things. I’d take something He said or did as slighting, and felt that if I didn’t hit back I’d be submerged as a person. Now I recognize that as a kind of lost-little-girl panic, but then I was self-righteous in my defensiveness. In the end we’d always manage to smooth it over somehow, but that never lasted, and then it was back to the same old power struggle. This went on for three years, sometimes better, sometimes so bad we talked.