Her brilliant blonde hair strewn out around her, and her blue eyes darting around to find a glimpse of her prince charming.Doubt had left her at long ...ast. The fear that she would never find love was gone. From the second she had laid eyes on him, walking through the restaurant door in his starched white shirt, and creased khaki pants, she'd wanted him. He'd dressed up just for her.They had met on an internet site, one of several sites Dana frequented in her quest to find a match. Keith's. What he found inside was a treasure trove of personal memories: His first ever porno magazine he had stolen from his best friends house a kid, an empty box of condoms from the first time he lost his virginity, lace undergarment from his forays with his buddies in New Orleans during Mardi Gras. And more pictures than anyone person could think of having in a life time. The pictures were in no certain order, or organized and ranged from naughty pictures with random girls, to photos from old high. I am hanging there on the tree for a while, then suddenly the moon comes out behind a cloud and I can see now, I am in a forest and strapped to a tree! I look to my side and I see a shadow of a tall man he walks towards me. I start begging for him to not hurt me, he just laughs quietly and walks up to my face. He has a hood on so I can not see his face. He tells me I am his now and he will do whatever he wishes to me, if he wants to hurt me he will. I start crying again and I feel a huge hand. Taken aback, I said, “What’s the deal, Grandma?”“Micheal Russell, have you been having sex with your mother?” The finger in my face wagged out each word. “Stanley was over here this morning and said you’ve been doing it with your mother ever since your father went to prison and died! If you have, you had just better confess your sin so I can pray for you!”I looked at her. I started to speak, but words wouldn’t come. I was shocked beyond tears or self-defense. From my 18-year-old viewpoint, I.