“Don’t. Don’t. My hymen… don’t.”His voice drifts to me wryly, “I thought I wasn’t your first?”“YOU CAN’T BE! GET OUT!”“Oh,�... he says, a note of understanding entering his voice. “I see. I’m sorry I called you a slut.” He pulls back and I feel relief for the briefest of moments. Hope that the rape might end. I scream as he slaps in hard, breaking past my hymen with a grunt. “No!” I yell, though it’s already happened. “No…” my voice lowers as the rape begins in earnest. He stops holding back, and. " No," Day LaMode protested."Yes," Robert insisted. "You're just corpse number nineteen waiting tohappen." Robert wasn't sure exactly how many monsters the Spirit Guardhad actually defeated, but nineteen sounded about right. At the veryleast, judging from Day LaMode's barely restrained rage, it was havingthe effect he desired.Day LaMode screamed and picked up Robert by his biceps. She lifted himoff the ground as if he weighed no more than a pillow. She yelled in hisface, "Day LaMode will not be. I sat and chatted to the other guy for about 10 minutes when the one fellow finally returned from the restroom. He whispered something for about a minute to the other guy and then they again started talking with me. After a couple minutes, the other guy made an excuse and went to the restroom. About 15 minutes later he came back and both guys said they had to get up early and go to work. They left and I finished listening to the band's first set. I then paid the bill and went back to get my. There was no sign of their friend Jim. Instead, a young busty redheadwoman with dramatic makeup wearing a figure-hugging black dress and 5''stilettos walked through the door.The stranger spoke, in Jim's voice. "Well what do you think? I could beyour date I have been told I make a very pretty woman?"It took Paul a few minutes to get over his astonishment. "Jim is thatreally you?" Actually, this is Jasmine, Jim's alter ego. Sorry I have kept this fromyou two, there was never a right time,.