Now here is the critical part. That’s when you tell herto make love to you for the camera, to smile and suck,and fuck you with abandon. Tell her...it’s the only way tokeep anyone from seeing her humiliation. Tell her thatyour face is not in the picture. It will just look likeshe is a cheap bitch caught on tape. If she will make“love to you it is a secret that only the two of you willever know about. That’s your security tape. That’s reasonable doubt. Theearlier rapes. ..))))) Back in the early 70s my Mum moved us to America. I was 17 and entering my senior year in the local high school. My 'accent' made me stand out from the crowd of fellow students. That and my lean, athletic build from years of playing football -Soccer to you barbarian Yanks- made getting dates pretty easy.One love lass, Rose Ann, never accepted my invitations to go out but she always seemed to have a steady supply of beaus lined up eager to go out with her. Looking at her one could easily. While she was hugging me I was pressing her butts and said in her ears your butts are so soft mom. After hearing my words she said they are for you and all my beauties are for you and started to remove my jeans pant. She removed my jeans pant and I was on my underwear. She said what are you waiting for and pulled me on her. Her chunni fell on the bed and I bite her breasts over the salwar kameez. I asked her to stand up and removed her dress including her bra and pushed her on the bed. I also. .. MOM! Why d'you hate me so much?... Why?... Tell me why?... WHY?????Linda turned around as the detective in charge came into the room. He was followed by a second detective, taller and in better shape than his colleague."Hello, Ms McDougall," the first detective greeted, stretching out his bulky arm and shaking Linda's hand. "Still remember me? Detective Larrousse... and this is Detective Lamm from Liberty County. Please, sit down. This won't take long. Sorry for this mess but you know how.