Now that bundle of delightful womanhood was in the arms of a strong determined African who knew what he wanted, and was going to get what he wanted.Ma...k struggled to his feet. He could sense the atmosphere in the room. Across the room he saw his wife in the arms of the Production Director. She seemed to be struggling with him. He shook his head to clear the alcohol, and looked again. This time Leeane was held close, and they seemed to be moving, dancing slowly. All the other couples were. Breathe into it."Finally Courtney lay still and began to dry her face."I'm sorry Leotie, I've never talked about that to anyone and I thought I had it safely buried." The real crime of sexual abuse of children is that the effects can last a lifetime. Did your mother know?" Oh no, I've never told her, and I never will. She would blame herself." And who do you blame?" I always thought there was something I did to deserve it, that it was somehow my fault. Oh I hated him for touching me, but I also. " He smiled. She thought he had the warmest smile she had ever seen. His eyes were huge and seemed to look right in her soul. Maybe her wish she made on the full moon last night was coming true?There was dancing and drinking and eating going on in the living room. The music filled the air. It was a happy cheerful place to be thought Sandy. Everyone was having fun. Sandy filled a plate with a little of everything as did Keith and they sat off in a corner eating and talking and people watching.. My problem is, I can’t just walk by without making myself known. I am a man. I can’t help it. The woman that you see at Starbucks is a woman on her way home from work. The woman that I see is a private fuck party waiting to meet someone that will make them lose all control of their inhibitions. The woman that I see is waiting for me. These are the stories that make up my life. Not my life at home with my wife, but my life as a nightmare for husbands and boyfriends everywhere. The setting of.