I whisper, hotly: ‘I have a confession to make.’ She is unused to this level of physical contact, but it is sinking in as to what the night has be...n and where it is going, and her voice is hushed when she asks ‘What?’ ‘I have wanted you—for years.’ An intake of breath on her part, and I continue the auricular onslaught of mine. ‘For so long, I have dreamed about taking you to a warm place where we could be alone, just like where I finally have you now, by the grace of fate.’ She stands so. Didn't see her sister anywhere. I'd been in bed about 10 minutes when the door opened and in the dark saw a white shape come towards my bed. The white shape went upwards and a hand pullede back the bedclothes and climbed into bed. I thought, at last. I put my hand up to the head, but instead of my girlfriends long hair it was short. I thought, sister is missing her husband and a bird in bed was ok with me. We kissed and I stroked her breasts which were obviously been used to feed a baby,. I'll admit, I wouldn't consider myself the most handsome man, short slightly receding hairline with a slim, yet not muscular body frame.The amount of times I'd have to conceal my growing erection beneath my pants, holding a book or newspaper over my lap, or just crossing my hands over so nobody, especially Cassie, would notice how aroused I was becoming by her. I won't argue that I was enticed by her behavior, despite being my daughter's best friend, but the male instinct in me to be drawn. Laying in the hospital, she reflected on the irony. Of all the thingsshe had been afraid of going out the door, passing so well as to be atarget had not been one of them.....By the time she was able to get away, she had been savaged, both insideand out.The man had been taken into custody, but even the police treated herlike a freak once they realized she wasnt a full girl. No one seemed tothink she was worth punishing the man for.Worse, her own parents blamed her for the attack, saying if she.