He is not the sort to imagine strange things, nor is he the sort to waste time on analysis of that which cannot be understood, so he continues on his ...ay, navigating the slow waters which take him downstream. It is not till another bend is rounded that he sees her again, this time crouching on a large grey rock protruding into the river, underneath the cool shade of a large tree. He is actually a bit miffed this time, because he had been considering tying his raft to this very rock, but her. Heather?s eyes widened as she stood, inches in front of Peter, herfingers pressing against herself, letting him see and hear her pleasure, makingsure that he knew he would never have her. Peterstarted struggling again, the enormity of what Heather had done to him slowlysinking in. ?You?re nevergoing to touch this body? she taunted him between heavy breaths. ?In factyou?re never going to touch another body again?.oh god?.? Her breathing wasspeeding up as she talked, as she saw the mindless. “Please,” I begged desperately. He didn’t respond and began to untie my legs. He left my hands tied together behind my back and lifted me up, leading me with one hand to the room I’ve always had to imagine. We went down the stairs and through a hidden door in the back of his basement, behind which nothing was furnished and the walls were bare. There was nothing in the room except a bed and a shower. He sat down on the bed. “On your knees,” he commanded, pointing to the floor in front of him. I. In fact, he introduced me to a friend of his and we began to double date. There were times when I saw him looking at me and I wondered if he wanted me as much as I wanted him. But he was such a gentleman and remained true to my sister. She was to be his high school sweetheart and I was to remain his girl pal. A year later he and my sister broke up and he and I ended up enrolling at the same local college. I wondered if it was my turn…would he want me? We spent a lot of time together that year.