”“How much do you know about Wendy?” I asked point-blank.“Enough to tell that she’s been abused in the past and has lost every shred of her ...onfidence. She is not the same girl that was working here a year and a half ago.”“I don’t think she’s the same girl that was working here last spring,” I said. “She’s gone through shit. She’s still very closed and private about what happened, but I gather that her ex-boyfriend not only beat her, he robbed her. We’re very careful not to give her orders and. I had dinner in his house with his family anytime I got back to the Kansas City area where they lived. Boomers death affected me almost as much as my son. I was scared to death that my son could go the same route. There were no signs, no stressors. Boomer just went out and took his life.When I got the news about Boomer, I lost it. I went out after work and got drunk. No. I did not get drunk, I got DRUNK! Shit faced, FUBAR. I was drinking Shiner Bock and between bottles I was drinking shots of. I'd had enough, I could take no more. My hands came up to her skirt. I lifted it pushing up until I could wrap my my hands upon her thighs and pulled her closer. Jane bent over, raising her sex to me. My eyes fell naturally upon her crack, with her tight pink rosebud an the thickening bush of pubic hair outlining her sex. I hungered for the taste of her I'd missed for so long, for the need I felt, for the desire to again take the woman I loved, the woman I needed, the only woman for me. And so. I was telling her I so wished she wasn't my C, and I suggested we should start kissing again. As she giggled she was saying "you are so bad, and NO way". I asked her if she though I was a good looking guy. Her response was "Hell yes, you could get any girl you want". So I asked again why don't we have some fun. She was like, "what is wrong with you". Keep in mind at this time we a laughing and I'm tickling her on the floor. I was reassuring her I would never tell anyone, and out of no where,.