I had gotten on the subway and somehow I had fallen asleep. When I awoke there was a hand on my leg caressing it. I froze staring at it in a stupor, a...raid to move. The hand was very clearly male. 'Don't be afraid, you’re on a subway with other people. He can't do anything to you, just look at him and confront him,' I told myself.I turned slowly to face him. He was older and not in the least bit familiar. He was dressed in a worn out suit and tie and had a small amount of stubble. He resembled. Grabbing each wrist one at a time he tied a firm knot, then pulled each back to the wooden bed frame where he secured them above her head. This is nuts! OMG what is happening? She could feel the wetness within her build as he lifted the plain white T over her head rendering her blind. She sensed that he stood and could barely hear his soft pajama bottoms hit the wooden floor. He positioned himself between her legs, while she tried to contain her moans as his soft beard teased her tender neck,. She turns her back to me as she plonks the crockery in the sink. As she does, I kiss her on the back of her neck, draw in the heady fragrance and whisper: ‘Let’s go to bed.’ It is a moment of madness and I fear rejection but all she says is: ‘Okay… but we will have to be quick as my daughter is home in half an hour.’ We go to her bedroom and both strip. I am only half hard at this point. She is naked on the bed and I take in her body: She has small but nicely shaped tits and her figure is. “No, no, that’s not right. Must’ve been another boy.”“Another boy, what?”“It’s private. And it was back in high school.”“People say the Sheriff’s father used to beat him.”“That ain’t true. Sheriff Lang was a fine man. I mean the first one, William Lang, Sheriff Lang’s daddy. It’s getting late, I should get to my own room. Unless,” Jane leaned forward, put her hand on his knee, “we go to your room so you can question me some more.”Len Slye knew he shouldn’t take her to his room. But knowing not.