I called the number. "may I speak to Marisol?" I asked. "I'm sorry but you have the wrong number." she replied. "may I asked whose number I dialed so ...hat I may give a proper apology." "my name is Dana." "please forgive me Dana for disturbing your slumber." "wow you are quite the gentleman and what is your name?" "I am Theodore. Tell me what's bothering you." "it's about my boyfriend. He broke up with me today and I'm having trouble figuring out what I did wrong." "when you met him how did you. And then it happened. At one o’clock in the morning of the sixth day, she was woken by a flashlight shining directly in her face, blinding her, and a strong hand brutally grabbing her hair and shaking her head until her teeth rattled. The hand dragged her off the couch and threw her onto the floor, but she did not struggle. Instead, she immediately rolled over onto her back and assumed the supine capture position. Above her stood the shadowy figures of three men, and she felt a secret thrill at. As I grew older I began to have erections during these sessions and I wouldgo to my bedroom and rub my young penis until it tingled and made me feeldizzy. It was during one of these post suckling sessions when I was about13 that I heard noises coming from mom's room while I was masturbating.Being curious I slowly and quietly went to her half opened door and lookedin. Mom was laying on the bed with her shirt still open and now her pantswere down and she was using her fingers to rub herself. The placewas in partial disarray.I did some more straightening. I put folded clothing back in drawers,stacks of books on shelves, coiled wires around equipment. As I workedit became obvious that the detective had been right about Kenny. Iwondered why Kenny had done these things. How he could do suchdisgusting photos. I wanted to know how he could do the ones of me.I found some files about a few porn websites in one of the kitchendrawers. I was surprised the police missed it. They must've been.