She never actually called the police or anything about the rape or consensual sex we had. She probably found the letter I left in her cabinet listing ...er best friends names and address, scaring her from getting anyone else involved. Or maybe she actually enjoyed the rape. Or maybe she knows the police won't be able to find me, leaving her full of shame. I watched her movements for a week as she threw out all her husbands clothes from her home, she started visiting a office to talk to a lawyer. We helped each other dry off and headed out to the bedroom.When I got there I gently laid Sarah out on the bed. I admired her beauty. She was an Italian goddess. She had the loveliest olive complexion, graceful curves, and firm muscles that spoke of power but didn't mask her femininity. I looked at her soft, but angular faces, framed by her long dark curls of hair and was smitten."You are so beautiful," I whispered, just loud enough so she could hear me."Come here and make love to me,. My family was gone for the night, I was all dolled up, I got lots of whistles and looks, and to top it off, a cute cop picked me up, flirted with me and dropped me off at the movies. This was my wildest dream come true!I glided into the lobby of the theater, just floating on a cloud. I looked like a pretty girl, and was treated like one, to boot! With my killer red mini dress, matching 'fuck me' heels, dark hose and platinum wig, I was every man's dirtiest fantasy come to life. I went up to the. It was chaos, and we all loved it.Packed in among the crowd, my friend Wes and I paid no attention to the thromg of people surrounding us. The concert was our first night out together in a long tme, the pressures of work and family having kept us from having any quality time together. But tonight we could forget about the rigors of real life for a few short hours and instead, live for the moment.The band was playing one of my favorite fast-paced tunes and the crowd danced ; bodies moving.