Lisa tried to remember what had happened that night but it was kind of a blur. Rachel explained everything about Vlad. Lisa never interrupted. She lis...ened closely and never blinked. As soon as Rachel retold what had happened to Lisa, the fog started to clear. Lisa began to remember the intruder. The way he fucked her, and the way he almost killed her. When she started to remember the events of the previous evening. Thinking of submitting to Vlad and Rachel. Her pussy became wet and Lisa's hand. My skinny son’s long slender fingers possessed surprising strength. I could feel my face swelling, and turning red. I was becoming light-headed and dizzy. Unable to breathe, I could no longer choke out words as I frantically rubbed and fingered myself, attacking my clit with the same urgent need to cum as I had to breathe, bring myself, jerking and gasping like a fish out of water, to an intense, convulsing orgasm while my son viciously choked me.Just before I lost consciousness, I managed to. . How do you..." I remained silent to let herbrain catch up with her words as she slowly put two and two together."Oh... OH!" Yeah, I think he just wants to have a little closure and talk to youabout it."She brought her knees up to her chest and gave them a hug, much like shedid the last time she spoke about her father. "I guess Shane told youabout what happened at Brightman?", she tentatively asked me."Just that you stopped going one day and apparently he was told not totry to get in touch. Questions of the heart aside, he also had to face an immediate crises regarding questions on tests. Etta's remarks indicated to even his slow wit that the strategies of the past might prove less fruitful than usual in conjuring up her cooperation. A simple question like, "How's about a Coke?" somehow didn't seem to be an adequate opening gambit. Light rarely illuminated the intellect of Willie Sinclair with any measurable brilliance. In this case, however, his bulb suddenly began approaching.