My manager wasn’t in, so we borrowed his office. I started off with the little speech I’d prepared about recognising Danny’s good intentions, an... said I’d been a bit overwrought with the pressure of going to see my family. Danny said nothing for a good ten seconds, then stared me in the face, and said, ‘Jacqui, I know for some reason you don’t believe it, but I really was serious that day, and I still am. There’s a James Stewart season on at the National Film Theatre, and I’d love to take you. ' By the end of this explanation he had positioned three cameras around me. ' shall we begin whore? Oh wait, i want to hear you scream, and beg' he removed the gag. Panic arose in me. What was happening. He switched on the cameras and took out a whip. And began lashing my back with it. it hurt. With each lash i squeeked. He stopped. He came round to the front of me and grabbed my face. ' would you like some more cunt?' He said. I was silent. I stared at him. Tears rolling down my face. 'i said. We still fly the flag in front of the house every day. But I guess I'm just not as patriotic as you."With a deep sigh, I started to talk again."Jenny got married in the spring," I said. "I was surprised but I guess I was the only one. Everyone else seemed to think it was just a matter of time. I thought we'd be together forever. I guess he's an OK guy. I don't like him, though. I guess I always thought she could do better. I always guessed that that had done better once. Maybe that's why she. That night I slept over in a fort we had built in his yard. There was a full moon and we were wresting in the yard outside the fort. John had no shirt and was wearing his short jean cut offs with his tighty whitey briefs on. His bulge was huge…again he pinned me down and began to rub the bulging jeans on my face. I asked him to stop because the jean material was scratching my face. So he took them off and as he did he pulled a piece of what looked like a pink cloth out of the pocket. He told me.