I waited about thirty seconds and then crept past the bathroom and into her bedroom. I shut the door behind me and began searching for something like.... diary. Good work detective. I look in the drawers of her desk nothing. I continued the search but still I could not find anything of use to my investigation. Then an idea. I had a fight in my mind between right and wrong, morality, I wondered what type of person I was and what I should do now. Then suddenly a decision, clarity. I didn’t have. Except her sister of course who with a day at the mall would get over it. A little later we sang happy birthday and every one started to leave. It was getting late so I decided to head home, so we went out side and noticed it was already dark, we talked a bit about how her trip was and she seemed kind of rare thinking about the trip i asked and she said "nothing it was ok, though i don't want to go back soon" she kissed me and began to grope me, immediately I go hard again, and she said. It was after tea on a Friday and I was kicking my heels and wandered into the park which was had a sparse collection of dog walkers and the odd youth or two kicking a ball about. I sat on a bench near to the gap that led to the shed and had a quiet chuckle to myself while going over what had happened on my one and only visit. I recognised the man that sat at the other end of the bench as the one that frightened me and started it all off and he smiled but did not move any closer but just said. .. to do to you next... as you now... feel His hotbreath... smelling horribly... of stale cigarettes... tobacco... whateverHe ate... from His leftover breakfast... and pruno... from the nightbefore... you can feel His breath... along with His tongue... slopping upand down... and along the back... of your delicate... soft little neck...as you just stand here... letting Him do to you... whatever He wants...while trembling... and helplessly shivering... in that same familiar...hopeless rape.