She had a penchant for putting her hair into a ponytail and wearing chokers which had fellow employees gulping and staring whenever the chance arose. ...er breasts were about C-cup range, which was impressive for a woman who could be no more than 115 pounds. I could probably span her small waist-line with both hands and her legs were well-toned which indicated to me she was into sports or at least working out in a gym.For all of this observation, I never dared to step out of bounds. My work place. I continued on rhythmically, almost hypnotically, my mind still grappling to process what was happening. His voice interrupted my state of trance.“Do you fuck your boyfriends like this? What about the guys at the office? Do you fuck them?” I shook my head no. “What about your husband? Is this how you would fuck him? I shook my head violently. That thought was especially repulsive to me and made me recoil inside.“Do you think you own me?”“No. I know I don’t own you”. I answered.“Good. Because. I hoped so, as I wanted nothing to happen to her. I loved this woman very much, and told her so many times that night.Early the next morning I woke Marjorie and told her I was off to get Eadburg and would be back I hoped before noon.I got into the truck and soon had it started, and made my way south. I had been correct about the access and I made excellent progress. In twenty minutes I had arrived at the clearing. It had taken us three hours to walk previously.There was no movement at all. I. ”“I promise,” I replied.She gave me another hug, then went into the Emergency room doors. She turned and waved, and then Dad, Aunt Kara, and I walked home. When we got there, Dad made breakfast for us, and when we finished, we loaded the suitcases and bags into Dad’s car. Dad checked with Matthew and Chelsea that everything was OK, and then Dad, Aunt Kara, and I got into his car for the drive to the airport.An hour later Dad and I were in line at British Airways. I wasn’t old enough to fly.