I couldn’t say anything.Finally, she stepped silently towards me, coming up to me and pushing at the shoulders of my suit jacket.“I want to be you... valentine,” she whispered.She pushed the coat off my arms, and it thumped softly to the floor. My shirt followed. It was like she’d practiced. Her motions were fluid and efficient. There was a little bit of fumbling when it came to my belt and zipper, but then my pants were falling.She knelt. I felt fingers at the waistband of my jockey shorts. My. I'd set the coffee maker up some minutes before and it was almost done brewing; it smelled good. We looked at each other, and I wondered about her past, why she was on the streets, where her family was. So I asked. "Where's your family?' I said, sipping the black elixir. "Don't want me. They took my baby away from me: it was illegitimate in their eyes, so they took it away from me," she said. "I left after that." "I see. No job obviously?" "No, I had one, but the manager kept hitting on. I was very startled as the wetness immediately seeped through the thin hospital gown and stuck to my breasts. Stacy yelled out "Hey what the hell are you doing?" My breasts tingled and I felt sleepy. I think the guy sprayed Stacy's tee shirt also. The man and the nurse were arguing about Stacy – then I fell asleep.The sound of the door opening startled me back to the nightmare. A man, dressed like the others, walked in. "Bobby, this way." The submarine captain entered the room – wearing the. As soon as I touched it she woke up and saw me in anger. She then looked at the mom who was sleeping, pushed me and left the room. I was in fear and guilty. I thought that she will tell this to mom or dad when he returns. The whole day I did not talk to her. In night she does not say anything to dad or mom. I am feeling guilty. I went to bed early before my sister and acted as sleeping. She came in and woke me up I started pleading her. She first was very angry with me but when I started crying.