The wounds and sprains, strains and lacerations were healing or healed completely. Even the lash mark across my shoulder from Catwoman’s whip was a ...aint, greenish line. I took water from a nearby sink, wishing it were vodka. I downed several handfuls from the tap and took a deep breath. Feeling better, I sat back on the bed and looked for my clothes. In a bundle were the torn remains of my black shirt and pants. Beside them were neatly folded coveralls and my dirty but intact sneakers. I left. As I was rummaging through my drawer it happened. He grabbed me from behind and kissed me on the neck. I kinda closed my eyes as it felt nice but quickly realized who that could be. He spun me around with a big grin on his face. “Happy Birthday, s*s!” along with his tight grip on my waist. “You look awfully nice today!” is all he said as his hands moved up towards my breasts. He cupped them as quickly as I swatted them away. But he was forceful. And it hurt. He forced himself into me by trying. ***“Alright, it’s already 2pm. It’s time to get you readyfor tonight.” I said to my partner, Mark, who waslounging on the couch.“Tonight? Are we still going… I thought you changedyour mind.” He replied without much interest.Typical Mark. He can be quite the handful when he is notproperly motivated. I would make him pay for this. I hadnot told him about the fact that we would actually behosting this year’s Halloween party, which was probablyfor the. She showed up a half hour later, and I asked her in, and asked if she would like some wine. She agreed, so I showed her the living room and went to the kitchen to get a bottle of wine and two glasses.“So where is Bill, that you can just come over here to talk, right now?”Randi said, “Oh he left this morning for a three-day business trip, so I have until about 10 am tomorrow.”“Oh, I thought by the way you talked earlier, he was inside your home, just not wanting to help you.”“No, he is gone and.