SLAP. The sting of the knife against my left breast. SLAP. Then on my right breast. He pulls back suddenly. He tugs on my hair pulling my head back an... presses the knife against my throat. He leans in again and kisses me hard on the lips. I gasp for air.He places the knife on my chest, resting between each breast. One hand pulling my hair, He lifts the other hand and SLAP. A backhand across my left cheek. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. I lay there dazed unable to move, I moan, I cry out. Tears form behind. Decided to cruise the bars near the college and see what I could see.Found a likely looking place a block down from the campus and grabbed a seat at the bar. It was still early only 8:30 so the place was practically deserted. Ordered a local beer and sat back to watch the TV. Long about 9 a few regulars started drifting in. From the looks they were faculty as opposed to students.Nothing much happened, the jukebox kicked in then about 9:30 a young black man walked in and looked the crowd. At the motel across the street, a single figure stepped out of what could be the front desk/office. It was an older man, perhaps in his mid-sixties. His tallish reach, slim waist and receding hair most of which was white gave him a fatherly look I found appealing. Dark slacks. A white, long-sleeve shirt that, as a decidedly tell-tale sign that the man was of Indian origin, was not tucked in.My immediate plans suddenly fell into place. I would stay at the motel for the night. After getting a. " So what brings you by?" I was going to have tea," Arial said moving closer to Matt. She tookhis shoulders and turned him slightly. "And don't shoot from below hisface. Shoot from above. Makes his face a little thinner. Gosh, he reallydoes make a cute girl. So what's next with this little cutie pie?" His first pageant," Helen said. "Actually not really a pageant, it'smore of a Shirley Temple Look-A-Like. I was going to go register himtoday." Oh, mind if I tag along?" Arial asked. "I think I.