It was only a matter of time before she started asking to do that as well. She had already been practicing with bananas.Her younger sister, Emmeline, ...as not unaware of the events taking place next to her. Initially, she had slept through most of them because she was a sound sleeper, but sometimes her mother and sister just couldn't suppress their audible natures when experiencing pleasure, and she could hear it all. She was now almost seven, and starting to lose some of her baby fat. It was a. State. Which made me wonder how much bigger it gets when it's....when it's...ummm...you know..."D finished my sentence. "When it's hard, right?"I replied yes and nodded my head. I felt a rush of panic mixed with embarrassment but what D said next made that all go away.This is what D said to me next: "Well I can tell you it gets very big. But why don't you get on your knees and put it in your mouth and you'll get your answer very soon." You all know what happened next. I of course accepted his. I figured the best thing I could do was to pretend that I didn’t see him, then call the police when I got out of the house. Then, before I could turn around something hard came down on the back of my head. I went down to my knees, the room spinning around me. I fought off u*********sness, and struggled back to my feet. Then I felt a powerful hairy forearm tighten around my neck. I passed out, going limp in the big man’s arms. I don’t know how long I was out. During this time he had stripped me. Not my fiction collection, but my hard and soft sciences and language, theology books. I couldn’t even argue the point. I told her I was going to keep some for sentimental reasons. It made me cry. I had to get off the phones for a few minutes. I had built so much of my self image around my intelligence. My ability to remember and integrate facts across a wide range of subjects. Oh, I know I wasn’t the smartest. I studied under people who made scary smart people look stupid. I knew I was smart.