To this point I haven’t had seen the guy so as I was looking for the suspected person, a mature well built guy, probably in his forties, come to me ...nd said hello to me. I realized he was quite charming guy wearing T-shirt and loose trousers. He offered me a drink so that we should sit there let each other know. I accompanied him to a near by hotel and there we sit and had chat. He said he found me charming and, if I don’t mind, like have fun with me. I said I never did that before but want to. And since his brother was the Chief of Police, the cops in the college town never took any particular interest in the age of drinkers. The behavior of drinkers was another matter – there was a zero-tolerance for drunk and disorderly conduct, and any bartender caught serving alcohol to an obviously intoxicated person would also find himself in trouble quickly. So by and large the town was safe.Into all this walked George Jacobsen one Friday night early in the New Year. He was tall and blond. .?Well , when I could focus again Greg was leaning over me with both his hand on the arm rest of my chair, preventing me from getting up , as if I even could. He then whispered something incoherent in my ear ,and started kissing my neck , then my chest, but not on my face, or lips thank god!I kept telling myself it was the vodka making me go along with this, but inside I knew that was just an excuse . Greg pulled me to my feet and easily slung me over his shoulder,,, I think I blacked out for. ”Max slowly looked up at Sean and, wiping the tears from his eyes, said, “I know what happened to me.”“Yes, but that isn’t the whole story,” Sean said. Seeing that Max wasn’t going to cooperate and listen, he decided that it would be best if Max told his side of the story first. He said, “Tell me what you think happened that morning.”Max said, “I got up that morning and decided to go for an early jog. I sometimes jog down the path to the road and then follow the road back up to the house. It is.