No worse than yesterday. I remembered my breaks this time, but I still set up a reminder on my computer. Forgetting could turn into its own habit. Lun...h arrived, and I realized I’d been avoiding thinking ahead. I couldn’t really make sense of yesterday’s chance meeting. How had we been able to just sit there like that? Did she even live here? Was she just visiting? I was a little late, I realized. She’d phrased things with no pressure, that she’d be around anyway for a while. But I hated the. Her height was 5'5. Every night when she went walking to burn pounds, she would notice some creep checking her out. He was attractive enough, but the way he followed her and stared was decidedly disturbing. To make matters worse, tonight the boardwalk was nearly empty, and it seemed like this guy was following her. Ramsey had decided that tonight was the night. He had been anxiously thinking about raping someone, almost anyone, for weeks. He brought with him a rag to gag his victims mouth with,. He had to wear a condom. I had never asked him to do that before. He had always shot is load in me but even though I thought I was probably out of my fertile time I just wanted to take extra precaution. He look a little disappointed but said 'okay', he had some and he would see me there. The rest of the day was a blur. I wanted him so fucking bad. Was I really going to do this? I had not had sex with anyone but my husband for five months. The condom thing gave me confidence to go ahead. I was. It opened quickly, then Jason pushed his lips to her ear to hold her close."I love you," he whispered. "Thank you for being my wife."His words burned deep, cracking the last bits of fear around her heart. Nothing else mattered now, not her past, not social services, just this strong man who lifted her up and let her grow.Anne was clapping and crying when they parted. "I'm so happy for you!"Jason hugged her and said, "Thank you for everything, Anne. We'll never forget you." Of course not, I'll.