It was sometime during the next year, that things went pear-shaped. I was ten close to eleven, when Uncle Steve finally tricked then forced himself on...me. With no one to help me, I was at his mercy. I have vague memories of this time, but I will never forget the pain and the blood of the first time he molested me. Almost instantly I withdrew from people and wasnt my normal self. It didnt stop him, continually molested me daily during the school week. This went on, for well over a year. Dad. Then she turned and looked at me, her face unsmiling but with colour and she was breathing heavily, her lovely full lipped mouth was slightly open and before I could realise what I was doing, I kissed her. She reacted immediately, pushing me away, saying "what are you doing?". Totally confused I mumbled an apology and turned away. "Wait!" she said and as I turned back towards her she clutched the back of my neck and crushed her mouth against mine. We kissed for several minutes with all the time. Dropping the keys and lighter onto the floor she reaches up clawing and grabbing the arms holding her as she feels herself pulled into the blackness of the bedroom behind her. The stranger growls into her ear “Do Not Scream. I am going to take my hand off your mouth in a minute. You will do as I say. Do you understand?” She nods and again growling in her ear “Take off your cloths and I won’t hurt you.” He loosens his grip on her and moves his hand from her mouth. Then grabbing her hard by the. "Dunnell let her examine his hand. She seemed truly concerned. He assumed it was her mothering instinct. "Just smashed it maam. I'll be alright. My appologies for my language." FUCK!" yelled Tommy."Get inside young man," yelled Tanja taking a swing at his posterior. "I hate that word," she said to Dunnell. "But it's nothing he hasn't heard from his father." Tanja looked at the sweaty muscle covered bodies on the black men. "Where are my manners? Can I get you boys some iced tea?" That would be.