Rach whispered, “Tara, I’m not getting my sister involved with us.”“Why not?” Tara whispered back.“What do you mean why not? I’m not sed...cing my sister.”“We’re not seducing, we’re providing a safe place for her first encounter. She came to me to ask what it’s like. She even suggested getting involved with us. Just once, don’t worry.”“I’m not -”“You won’t have to touch her or anything if you don’t want to. I’ll set up the rules of the game, it’s just a stripping game. There’s no forced sex or. He didn’t have to worry about collecting evidence or search warrants, or even justify beyond a shadow of a doubt his actions, all he had to do was just rescue the girl. Although Steven himself knew it was wrong to kill, he did not hesitate or waver. After all he had trained all his life to eliminate any potential threat to society, and to him it was just a job. In this particular case he just happened to save the taxpayers’ money on prison and court costs, or to allow this potentially. The little voice in my head was prompting me to be fair, since Jim Murphy had masterfully played her. But the fact remained that she had given it up to another man, without allowing me the slightest opportunity to make it right for her.She gave me all of the gory details. She wasn’t taunting me. It was like she felt compelled to tell me EVERYTHING. It was obvious that her destruction of our marital bond was total. In about a nanosecond I went from compassionate husband to absolutely furious. "She cried and whined, but I just informed her that if she wanted to have breakfast before we started, she should be getting up soon.Teaching her high school stuff and restarting driving lessons filled following weeks. Despite - or maybe because of our one single sexual encounter - I tried to make sure that we did not have any compromising situations. This probably was a good thing, as Social Services visited us twice in less than two weeks. They kept asking questions, trying to find something.