‘I’m going to ruin you tonight, bitch. Do you understand? Follow me.’He picked up the remote and shut off his television before taking hold of m... hand. He walked me up the stairs to his bedroom and flung me effortless on the bed. He switched off the main light and a bedside lamp gave the room a softer glow.I lay on the bed and he leaned over me, pushing my dress up. Gripping the straps on my suspenders, he pulled them back and let them flick back against my thighs. ‘You look good bitch,’ he. My teeth sunk into the soft pink of my lips as I waited impatiently for him to slide the soft cloth off my body. My head came to rest on his shoulder as one by one he slowly undid my bra. When it was done I pulled away, slowly allowing the garment to flutter to the ground. I clenched my eyes shut, silently waiting for him to quit scanning my body.He reached out, carefully cupping my C cup breast in his hand. I gasped quietly at the warmth of his hands against my skin. His thumb traced over my. I sat at the kitchen table, consuming way too much coffee, and feeling sorry for myself, until I decided the only way out was to commit suicide. I had a $500,000 life insurance policy with a double indemnity clause that would solve the money problem for Peggy. I would just go out on the Interstate and drive into an abutment with my cell phone in my hand. Problem solved.With that I felt a great weight lifted from my shoulders. Crazy as that sounds, it’s the truth. I had arrived at the only way. My arms are strapped down. So are mylegs. I try to collect my thoughts. This is no way to run a beautysalon. Shortly I hear footsteps. There is greyness instead of black.A voice, Freddie's I think, tells me to relax. He wipes my face offwith a washcloth. I can see now. I'm still dizzy. I feel the strapscome off. I'm waking up enough now to suspect what didn't feel right.Freddie helps me up. I'm in a bed, not the chair. Why? As I sit up Ifeel weight on my chest. That's not right. .