While I was giving her a shoulder massage she complained about upper back pain and I have my own techniques for pain relief. I started working on her ...ack and I could see the sense of relief in her face and vocal tones.She said, please start with oil from my shoulder as it feels good to be relieved from pain. I took oil, which had the best aroma and started oil massage on her shoulder. I asked her to sit facing her back towards me so that it will be easy to help reduce pain. She agreed, wrapped. I don't. It's the memory of Juliette, and the remains of a mostly teenage love.Life is an accumulation of remains, until one day we finally disappear."I like to write after half a bottle of wine or so," I said."You write drunk?" Half a bottle of wine hardly qualifies as drunk, unless you're thirteen, drinking for the first time on an empty stomach." What about the 'or so'?"I laughed."What about it?" How much is one 'or so'?" Less than half a bottle. Or so." I said."I never thought you wrote. "Larry smiled to himself. His parents had made a great decision.A few days later, Jennifer was hired and Larry's parents had a silent auction event to attend one Saturday night.Jennifer had arrived wearing comfortable sweat pants and a college t-shirt. Her long wavy hair was up in a ponytail and the only trace of makeup on her face was mascara and lip gloss. Even then, Larry thought she was breathtaking.Larry quietly went down the stairs and peeped towards the living room where Jennifer sat on. ..that man knew my house…To the second door to the right; he pulled me into my bedroom.....He threw me to the bed, holding my face into the pillow until I stopped struggling. He let me up enough to breathe again and I waited to see if I had an escape.I could not go anywhere; I knew it. I wanted to move, but my body would not listen. When he locked the door, I knew I was stuck. He came to me and laid his body full on mine.The pressure was almost unbearable.He did not say a word. It made me.