Evelyn's eyes widened in fear as she realized that she was on a platform identical to the ones she had seen at the entrance to the club."Before you ar... set in place," said Sam, "I think there is something you should know. My name isn't Sam. It is Thomas... Thomas Barrington. After you got my dad fired, he began drinking very heavily. One day he couldn't take it any more and shot my mother and himself. I found them when I came home from school. Because of you, I lived through the hell of. ..'" Right, okay, I get it." I mean who talks like that, for Christ's sake? Nobody, that's who." He punctuated with the long cigar. "It's pure smut-writer bullshit and I want you to change it." Change it? I'm sorry, I...." My lips kept moving but no sound was coming out.I'm a we'll-spoken, articulate person, but I don't handle confrontation well. My thoughts sort of freeze up on me sometimes, like some of those chat boxes on the internet.He gestured slightly with the cigar at the yellow legal. It wouldbe dangerous getting out of the house without being seen and thenwould I be able to pass?I must have been about 14 going on 15 when I finally ventured out.It was about 4pm on a winter's evening. It was getting dark and therewas rain in the air. I reasoned that this was an ideal moment. So Igrabbed a coat, umbrella and handbag, made sure I had my keys andstepped out and walked quickly away from the house.It was only a short walk and my heart was pounding so much that Ihardly had a moment. She could still escape...The early morning rolled around, and she couldn't take it. The thought that the barrier was crossed, and a man was in the other room, waiting to warm her as she slept, was too daunting. If he was going to imprison her in his sexual fantasy, she decided she should take to it...right? Wasn't that the reasoning? It wasn't because she had feelings for him....that wasn't possible. She just wanted to feel good.She entered his room, and laid down next to him. In mere minutes,.