For a while I couldn't use the word, but now I could. I remembered themorning after I was raped.In a horrible way, it had liberated me. I woke crying,...as I did for manymornings, nightmares taunting me every night. But I knew I was free.That, with the support of my friends, I could move on. I had to turn whathad happened to me into a positive, or it would destroy me.That first day, Claire visited. As she did each day for weeks.From the first cell phone Claire had fought for - she actually had. He smiled and laughed as he yanked his belt through the loops, then leaned forward and nuzzled her neck. "I'm gonna whip your butt" he said wickedly.She grinned with enthusiasm. "No you're not" she said in mock protest, unable to believe how turned on he was making her.Matt doubled over his belt, taking time to finger the leather thoughtfully. He couldn't wait to smack her firm white bottom with his belt and watch her reaction. His hard shaft strained against the denim of his pants. They had. When none of us said anything for a few more moments, Zupena squeezed my hand and gave me a little head nod. I then asked, “What did you think of this song, Zupena? Got any suggestions?”“I ... I really love song, Sammy. Your voice is able to be sweet and defiant all in same song,” Zupena said in her Latvian accent.“Thanks, Zupi,” Sammy replied with a smile. “Do you have something that you think can make this song better?”“I hear in second part of verse a few words that make more sense to me as. Pentwater has a constable. While Al was trying to convince the cop that no one had been murdered I finally stopped the ringing in my ears. Not that I could hear any better but at least I could answer the phone."No, Ensign Olsen ... no emergency ... just Carole Ann." She's fine ... wet but she's fine." Yes Sir, I'll tell her." Carole Ann?" I shouted to get her attention, "Ensign Olsen wants you to give lessons to the town air raid siren."This was the era of the fallout shelter and students.