I was raped in my own home by a man I’d met on the internet, a man whom I’d just gone on a date with. That man is now serving time in prison for r...ping me as well as two other women. He lost his freedom, but it’s taken me a while to get my own back. I never stopped running, in fact, I upped my mileage this past year. But I was also running away from an experience that I couldn’t cope with, that I didn’t want to have as part of my make-up, so I pushed the memory down and tried not to think. .. and I know what I think of my brothers. Toads all. Six ... all older. Mom finally got it right ... I’m the last.”“Six?”“Yes.”“Out of seven?“I thought I had it bad. Two older brothers and a younger sister. Six? Are they all still living?”“Not for lack of trying.”That drew a chuckle.They began to reminisce. First came the ‘not for lack of trying.’ Heard from their corner was a lot of ‘no shit’ and ‘they lived?’ And some riotous and raucous laughter, interspersed with quiet grins and knowing. "Yes we do. Let's make this quick," she said not looking at me. In the paper bag I am carrying for the dog poop there is another bag with two listening devices. I want you to plant one in the cabin and one in the wheelhouse of the boat.That is just in case they take your cell phone, which they usually do these days. Make sure they are well hidden, your life will depend on it." Gee that's an encouraging thought," I said."There is also a GPS marker. You want to plant it somewhere in the ship's. Keep squeezing it. Like that, yes, I followed his instructions. I flicked my wrist just when I was about to reach the head of his cock and squeezed it all the way down to the base with fast movements. I cant take it, he told me in a heavy voice. He suddenly forced my skirt off of me as well as my blouse. He lowered my things and quickly rammed his cock into my pussy. I yelped, standing up flat against the door. The palm of my hands lay against the door, trying to find something to hang on to..