Monsignor Flavin did not say I was to wear any, sir."The visitor made no comment, but walked over to the drawers and took out the statue of the man's ...enis. Molly had not felt able to look closely at this, but the visitor evidently knew all about it."Well, since you seem to have no shame, take off the skirt but retain the blouse. It will be even more provocative than nude, I think."As she obeyed, Molly blushed because, as he had intimated, she felt more naked than if she had been unclothed."Lie. It was just small things like a pat on the butt, or he started giving me kisses when ever I did something good. Nothing big but it just seemed a little different. Then he started doing stuff that would make me a little uncomfortable. He would "accidentally" walk in on me when I would be changing and when I would do something small like put a glass in the dishwasher he would give me a kiss almost on the mouth just for doing that. Then he started doing really big stuff and it only got better. One. When I looked at mother-in-law, she seemed to be bit tired and sleepy.We soon reached home. Mother-in-law went to her room upstairs while I relaxed on the couch thinking about my daughter’s face. I was at bliss with myself. I don’t know how much time I spent like that sitting idle. It took some sounds with door closing to bring me back from my daydreams. I sensed that mother-in-law is should be coming downstairs any time soon. After a moment, there I saw my mother-in-law at the beginning of the. The would-be rapist's head exploded, and his twitching body fell back across her feet, arms outstretched, prick still briefly upright. The younger man stood as I ran out of the woods, trying to draw his pistol, eyes startled. I stepped over the woman, bayoneted him low, lifted him from his feet and drove him back to a tree as my blade ripped his ribs and guts apart before it destroyed his heart. He was dead before he fell, crumpled like some gaudy rag doll.The woman had scrambled to her feet.