’ ‘Do you want it to?’ Leila asked. Abby looked at her therapist, a bit surprised by the woman’s question. ‘What…what do you mean, do I wa...t it to?’ she asked. ‘I thought it was a pretty simple question,’ Leila said, ‘Would you like it if your relationship with Greg went beyond friendship?’ ‘I…I haven’t really thought much about it,’ Abby said. ‘You haven’t?’ Leila asked. She smiled. ‘Abby, if you want me to think believe that, I’m not sure whether you’re trying to con me or yourself.’ Abby sat. I hear the dress tear and my heart sinks as I think of how much it will cost to replace it. The force is such that the clasp to the bra is broken and I feel it scratch my back. Now the seam at the zipper to the dress rips and the dress, now loose falls to the floor. He swings me around, mashes his mouth to mine in another hard kiss. Fingers fumble under the waistband of the panties and I tense as the inevitable happens, he rips with irresistible force the fabric from my hips. I am now naked but. “You!” he snarled and grabbed at her, knocking her onto her back. He yelped as he fell back to earth from twenty feet up. He attacked her again, his actions driven more by fear than hate, now. The next time when he fell, he broke his leg.“This isn’t how you treat prisoners,” he whimpered, finally recognizing the fact that he was the captive of this helpless-looking, extremely beautiful and very naked girl.“You’re talking to the wrong person about prisoner treatment,” Tanya said threateningly.. I don’t know why both of us ignored the fact that we were bucking the system, and that it couldn’t go on without somebody finding out. I know that sounds really silly, considering the fact that my entire fire science class knew about “her” and that she was my girlfriend. But they all knew her as Jennifer Hart. And think about it. Think about anybody you know at work, whose spouse or significant other you’ve seen somewhere. Maybe you’ve all been to the company Christmas party or something. What.