“It’s complicated,” Becky repeated, shaking her head. “What part of life isn’t? I think you pushed me away because the girls wanted you to p...sh me away and you wanted to make them happy. But I want to know something. Has that made YOU happy? Wait. Don’t answer yet. One of them even talked you into trying to use me as a shield! Why did they hate me so much?”“Because of what happened with the baby and later with Kara,” I said.“I don’t buy that. It started before that. What was it about me that. ‘No, well yes, but just like we all have. But she, well she’s worried about, well, about Ron, and me, and that something might happen to us. Now, we’re fine, fit as fiddles, and we’ve told her that. But she has been having nightmares about going back to the group home because we get to where we can’t take care of her. I mean, I don’t know where this has come from except maybe the wreck has shown her how fragile life is.’ ‘You two have spent so much time worrying about me she thinks you’re going. There was a wood platform, which Irecognized as a "rack" and there were various clothing items on hangersin one corner. Not just any clothing items, mind you, many were made ofblack latex or leather, and a lot of spiky bracelets and collars.Needless to say, fear gripped me like I hadn't experienced since, well,since ever! The fear released the "fight or flight" response in me and Iwasn't about to do any fighting, so I swung around and grabbed that doorhandle, yanking on it with dear life. But,. The seduction, so calculated, so considered. A rich older woman in a hotel bar, a simpering college girl, discovering her sexuality, nervous, naive, willing to do things that would seem unconscionable to the exclusive circles in which Ms. Hunter moved. And the hidden camera, placed in the hotel room with care, positioned so as to catch every depraved act, every sordid perversion that an older woman might visit open the delicate body of a girl barely out of her teens.“I thought…” I began, but.