This truck driving job was with her blessings of “Have fun; be careful; and we’ll see you when you get home.”My driving job just made it impossi...le to visit with Josie. I passed close by her house a number of times, but just could not stop. Or if I did stop, it was just long enough for a cup of coffee, etcetera. She understood. We talked on the phone occasionally, and especially if I happened to see a Red Roof Inn. She certainly understood the meaning behind any reference I might make of a Red. "You should send him a thank you note afterwards." Shut-up!" I stared at my brother and he just smirked some more."What? I just don't wanna see you die a virgin, that's all," Troy said and my mom gave him a real dirty look."Maybe you should help your sister with her homework," mom told him and Troy looked at my mom like she was crazy."Him?" I giggled. "I think rapists are supposed to be like sorta tough, mom." What's that mean?" Troy asked, feeling his manhood threatened, I was sure. He was so. I paused for a second trying to think of a way to bring up what she told me in her office. The term 'sex slave' made me distinctly uncomfortable ... but so far, except for one instance in my office, she didn't seem anything like what I imagined a 'sex slave' was.Before I could talk she interrupted me."How old are you Jonathan?" She was looking at me with distinct curiosity now. I shifted my weight to my other foot, and busied myself loading the dishwasher. My age was a bit of a sore spot for. “It feels ... I don’t know. Just don’t stop.”“Sit up,” he said.“What?” In her mind, the concept of sitting up meant pulling that beautiful thing out of her so she could scoot back and perch on his thighs. “No!”“Just bring your knees up and push with your left hand. I’ll push with my right.”“I don’t want to take it out!” she cried.“Don’t take it out. Just sit up on it,” he urged.What changed everything was when she did push with her good arm, trying to get high enough above him to talk to him.