Showing that the relative with the flare gun was there at the time and did the dastardly deed is well nigh impossible to prove in court, so he will ge... away with that one, I am afraid.”“Fascinating. I will not ask you how you got the police to admit the relative had a flare gun, as long as you can prove it should that fact be deemed essential.”“Oh, it is a provable fact, I assure you. We have a reputation to uphold, so we do not state something unless we can prove it to be true. That is why we. If you are autistic or suspect that you are and you give this to others, hopefully it says it all for you, without you having to struggle with everything you would like others to understand. Even if you give it to them and say ‘Read this, at least I’m not as screwed up as this guy’. That is a joke by the way. Other autistics will know why I needed to explain that. This story is my story and every autistic, just like every person, is different. I don’t have every autistic trait and the ones I do. Her name is Sheila & she invited me over for a late dinner, however I didn’t know that I was going to be the main course. She must have d**gged my drink because the next thing I knew I was gagged, stripped down to my scanty briefs & tied up to this chair. When she saw the large bulge in the front of my briefs, she gave off a shrill & said, “Oh honey, it looks like I picked a beauty this time! I’m NEVER lettin’ YOU go!” She gave my package a firm squeeze, whispering in my ear, “I’ll be back. I. Then I felt his hand not on my knee but on my swollen cock. I kept driving, looking straight ahead and afraid to look down. He started to slowly massage my cock through my pants and I felt my cock jerk. My thoughts shifted to disbelief. This cannot be happening. I’m not gay, why am I letting this happen? Why don’t I just stop and order him out? Then I heard him say, “After the next intersection there is an abandon building you can pull around behind and we can be out of sight.” Without.