‘Connie,’ I asked gravely, ‘have you been raped?’ ‘I’m not sure,’ she replied. Fran and I exchanged perplexed looks. ‘How can you not ...e sure?’ I asked. ‘It’s like this,’ explained Connie. ‘Back home in Ghana, I suppose I must have been eighteen, I was at college and to earn some money I worked in the evenings at this lawyer’s office. Gus, his name was. Big bloke, about forty. I knew he liked me but he never tried anything until one day, we were working very late and everyone else had gone and. Remembering her last few brutal moments of consciousness with sudden acidic clarity."Why am I still breathing?" She mused, suddenly having an intimate understanding how a hockey puck must feel. Having lost count of how many battle-staves had impacted her skull. And that was just the ones she had seen."Gutless sons-a-bitches!" Her thoughts coalesced angrily."Couldn't take me in the open? Had to bush-whack me, after swimsuit queen softened me up?"Evidently they had stopped the assault just short. Then she get cake n i cut cake….She was in romantic mood she took cake n putted on my face…I was seeing lust in her eyes…She put her lips on face n start eating cake…I can feel her wet tongue rolling on my face…..Then she made me to lie down on bed…N took cake…She hold my hands up n made my armpit full of cake…N started eating it…I can see her eating cake from my armpit…Then she started licking my armpit…I was moaning like mad…She was playing with my body….Her boobs was nip crushing my. It made me smile with relief at how short our trauma had been and another landscape opening here at the Manor for us both.Now I could chat with Iris about Ben’s prospects of working through the summer here at the manor.I found Iris an attractive woman with fair bubbly hair and hazel eyes that sparkled while she spoke. Her voice had unmistakable breeding and the polo jumper she wore failed to conceal her fine shapely figure. This was a woman I felt I could admire.“There’s plenty for Ben to take.