“It used to be the case that if a girl was dressed sexily, or flirted, or went to the wrong place, she ‘wanted it’, and that made her fair game....Not to mention societal views on rape, which kept girls from reporting it.”“Sadly, there’s still a lot of that,” Bethany said. “The stigma of being a rape victim can be pretty tough to deal with. Fortunately, I found a guy who didn’t view me as dirty or ruined or whatever.”“Because it’s violence, not sex,” I said.“You see?” Bethany laughed. “He DOES. "What did you come see me for?" Well, that caravan is cold. We wouldn't mind, but we've got little Maria, and she shouldn't sleep in the cold like that. So we were hoping that you'd let us move into the other caravan, the one with a heater, and we'll pay you the difference." You have money?" Well, only just, but we have to look after the kids."The guy seemed to come to some decision. He turned to his old computer, and tapped away at for a while. Then he opened his cash register, pulled out. " You promised him? What do you mean you promised him?" I asked incredulously.Again the nervous twisting of her rings and a quick glance at me "I know you are aware that he called the house a couple of times over the past six weeks. You even answered the phone once. We talked for quit a while each time, frankly I was immensely flattered that he even remembered who I was, much less would take the time to call and ask if I was coming to the reunion. Anyway, our conversation eventually got around. " I agreed and looked forward to this, it would be a change of pace since I had no friends other than Tim.The afternoon came and sure enough the doorbell rang, Tim went to answer the door since we agreed that I should never answer it. I was in my room and could hear them talking but not about what. After what seemed like a long time there was a knock on my door and Samantha came in, she was drop dead gorgeous. I just sat on my bed a gawked at her, which seemed to make her laugh, "Hi Danny, I am.