That wasn't why we were all holding our breaths and forgetting our drinks and watching with our eyes wide as dinner plates. That wasn't why ... had a hard-on. Anyway. I guess Ramsey used that belt maybe four or five more times before Abby yelled. When she did, it was a real scream, so loud it made my ears ring. It was like she'd been holding it back and now it all came out, and you could hear all the pain in it. I thought sure Ramsey would stop after that. But no. He gave her. He was right of course. All the others had as well. Not consciously, but if it was the right kind of man, and in the right kind of situation, we would all be willing. In his own mind, my rapist was doing nothing more than making sure she was compliant. What was the harm, since she was willing. He just helped her to chose him."So," John the Realtor said, "What do you like to do?" I really like not to be asked stupid questions," I said. That was not me answering. It was a women in denial of why. He could clearly see her looking at him through the mirror and he froze in her gaze. They stood there still for a moment looking at each other as if they were in a trance. Slowly she smiled and she stood up straight and leaned back against him pressing herself into him. She moved her hands back and placed them flat on the sides of his hips. Her elbows were squeezing him at the ribs. He almost giggled at the thought of her hugging him backwards. With her eyes still steady on his, she pressed. I think a bottle of red would be good to start, He said to the waitress, We dont know if we will be the only ones in our party quite yet. A flush rose to the cheeks of the waitress as she nodded, I felt a sudden ping of jealously rush through me. I shouldnt have been jealous. She was pretty though, and closer to his age than my 22 years were. But he was my professor, and I shouldnt have been having those thoughts about him. So, He said as the waitress rushed off to retrieve the wine. How are.