I went home, surprised that I didn't have an accident on the way. My mind was more than a little pre-occupied. Over the next few days my ass continued...to mend. The burning was gone, no bleeding or problems with defecation. On one hand, I did notice easier bowel movements, probably due to my being stretched and torn, but I still had slight discomfort if I had an exceptionally large bowel movement. All in all, no problems. After 4 days, I went back to the gym. I missed my workouts, I didn't want. Bill Jackson said to take the evening off if I needed it; they would get by without me. That was nice of him, but I had long ago learned that it was best to keep busy and not allow myself to dwell on things. Besides, this was the first weekend of the month; if the rapists stayed on their normal routine there was a high probability this weekend was it. I wanted to be there if something happened, not home feeling sorry for myself.Jenny called to invite me to supper/breakfast at the hut, she was. Everythingwas in its place and so to hand which was how he liked things to be. Takingout the carving knife he felt the blade. Like a razor he thought. He creptacross the room until he was square behind Clarissa. Holding the knife in twohands he held it aloft before bringing it down on Clarissa. The knife glancedoff her head as his knuckles hit her crown, knocking her forward onto the floorbefore it ended up stuck in the couch. Immediately he jumped over the couchand landed on Clarissa's back,. The pool man (hell, I think his name is Mark, but I really can’t be sure) surprises us by stripping off his shorts and diving into the pool for a dip before he cleans it. He must think no one’s home. When he climbs from the pool, Cindy lets out a gasp and moves closer to the patio doors. “Oh my God,” she exclaims. “Can you believe it? The guy is hung like a fucking horse!” Her language shocks me, but I’m even more shocked when she puts a hand inside her bikini bottoms and starts to stroke.