"You really understand?" Heck, yeah," I said. Hell yes I understood. "Here I am, a man almost twice your age, in total control of your lives and after...what you went through at that damn processing center you find me in bed with your friend. Crap, it bothers me all the time. Did I take advantage of her? I keep telling myself I didn't, but can I really be sure? I was there after she'd been through one hell of a traumatic experience, but shit, I don't need to tell you that. Was I just there and. Her hair was blond and silky and fell past her shoulders. Today she had on black slacks and a royal blue cardigan with a white shirt underneath. She carried a black briefcase. Her shoes had small heels. She walked really fast. Of course I went back the next day. This time I expected to see her and even planned my day around it. I went by my apartment that afternoon to brush my teeth and pick up some clean clothes. The reason I never go home is that I live in a tiny one-room apartment with two. I had him put his hand up my dress and start rubbing me. I was so wet, he pulled the panties over to the side and stuck a finger in and I was so wet, I started cumming in the club. Our waitress kept looking at us but never saw us. I was so horny, needless to say we missed the comedian. Afterwards we went downstairs to the dance club, and found a railing on the balcony above the floor in the dark. There were a few people around, but not many ass thone in to the late show. Music going, I was. The story had already started circulating around town about what had happened to Elizabeth and the mob began to become unruly. Comments came from the crowd, "Why bother with a trial? Everybody here can see he's guilty." "Hang him now!" "Hang him!"Without turning my head I spoke to the parson, "Parson, it's your town. As far as I'm concerned they can have him." Just walk with us to the sheriff, I won't ask you to defend him."We walked a couple of blocks further and got to the sheriff's office.