I smile and askis there something your not telling me? I know what you haveand how good it is. He just smiles.That is when he ask me so who are you go...ng home to? I tell himmy puppy. That is when he ask me if I had plans for tonight?I tell no just to make it home and play and walk my puppy. Heask me if I wanted to go out I tell him it's been a longday. But you can come over and we can catch up on old times.He tells me that would be great. He ask me if he needs to bringanything I look him up and. " And who was he?" He was the man who raped me." How could you tell?" I recognized his voice. And when I moved the car seat I could see him." Did you recognize his face?" No. It was covered in blood. But he recognized me. He said, 'YOU!', like he couldn't believe it was me." What happened then?" I couldn't move. Everything he'd done to me rushed back into my head. He was screaming at me. He screamed some of the same things at me that he had said during the rape."Tears that had filled her eyes. It just didn't feel right.I thought about it some more while Mom stood a few steps away from my bed, looking at me with her eyebrows raised in anticipation."Let me ask you a question or two, Mom," I said, finally."Of course, Soren," she replied. "You know that serious questions are always in order."I organized my thoughts a bit, cleared my throat, and started. "To tell you the truth, Mom, I've given your question a lot of thought. I understand that human sexuality is a natural function, and. I locked the door behind me and I pulled out my cock and relieved myself, squirting and squirting cum like I was a teenager. My pounding heart slowed. I cleaned myself and the bathroom. My head was spinning wildly. I grabbed my jacket and my tool bag and mumbled something and left. The coolness of the night air revived me some and I made the half hour drive home safely. The next morning I was groggy and the whole events of the previous evening seemed dreamlike and unreal….Did I really get all.