"Where do you thing I got the "Back Door" stuff years ago, at our hometown d**g store, I think not," she said, "there was a Military base close by dur...ng the war so this owner supplied the servicemen and the women that pursued them. They have a small discreet display in a remote corner of the store even now." During the trip home Mom nonchalantly explained the cleansing and stretching processes needed to prepare for the deed for comfortable enjoyment. A lot for a young man to learn while. Now they were giving me just enough room to pass and I felt hand after hand reach for my ass with impunity. Some even reached under my skirt as I went by. I was fair game now.I made it to the door finally and the security guard let me in. He was grinning widely and I was positive that he had witnessed my shame. He stared at my breasts as I passed and I didn't have to turn around to know that his eyes were following me all the way to my office door.I stepped into my office and realized that I. Jeff, we need to move back home. Sean remains calm, Rachel, we have a contract on your house. We need the money for the wedding. What wedding! Angrily, Rachel! Jeff suggests, Whats the big deal. Let me have my room now, if it bothers you. Im not sleeping with that monster! Get a grip, Mom. No. You go downstairs. Jeff doesnt move. Now! When Jeff leaves, Rachel slams the door, turning angrily toward Sean, Youre just like Fred! No wonder you like him. You pervert! Rachel. Rachel. Rachel. Lay down.. " Why didn't you leave when things got bad?" I tried, once. He put me in the hospital. He said if he couldn't have me then no one would. I was so scared, but I kept thinking that maybe if I kept trying harder, maybe he'd go back to the way he was when we met. Maybe if I could just be the woman he wanted me to be, then he could love me like he used to." You thought it was your fault?"Marcie nodded. "Whose else could it be?" His," the voice said strongly. "Kyle is broken, Marcie. He needs help.