Face covered with come, tits covered with come, blouse open, skirt hiked up and pussy exposed. She was shaking lightly and it wasn't from excitement.....it was from fear, humiliation and relief. I looked at her and caught her eye."Still think I'm some sort of fag? Still think I'm cock-dead?"I pulled my pants on and waited for my answer, or some sort of threat to call the cops. My rage was gone by now, spent from the effort of the rape."Well, am I some sort of fag?" I asked again. She shook. She stepped into his arms and they embraced. Their kisses were tentative, but sincere and promising."Got your phone call," he said finally, "what's up?" He led the way into the living room, where the evening light came through the bare windows, scarcely lighting the bare floor.She looked around the empty room. "You're not here any more?" Moved to my new apartment at the store. I haven't rented this yet and it seemed a better place to meet. There's quite a bit of traffic at the new place, so. .. yes we did, it was a rare day that we didn't have sex of some form. Billy kept a flight log, as he called it. The date and time and where we did it. He has done that since his first girl in high school. He has books and books like that."She stopped then and kissed me lightly and asked, "You OK? Don't get into this if it is going to upset you."I caught her hand and placed it on top of my hard cock through my pants and as she squeezed it I said, "Does that seem like I'm upset. I find it damned. "OK. Don't forget to get that tire fixed." I won't. Good night, Dub." Night Doc. I mean Angela."He smiled, and then turned and ran to the front door, which opened for him as he got there. His mother was standing there peering out toward the car. Angela waved, and got what might have been a nod from the woman.Then she drove home, trying to decide whether what had happened was a catastrophe, or something she'd remember for the rest of her life. She corrected herself as she parked. She would.