No! It was rape, she had not enjoyed it! She was blameless!But she had not expected the strength of Danny's response. His face twisted as the blood ru...hed to it, his jealousy channeled into rage and hatred."The dirty son of a bitch," he choked out. "I'll kill him. My dad has a shot gun. I'll go home and get it and kill him. I'll blow his rotten balls off." He was actually starting to turn away, but Patty held tightly to his arm, frightened."Oh, no, Danny, Don't do it. He's mean--he'll kill. You can feel clammy slime clinging to you everywhere. You feel like you're submerged it with only your face free. You flail, find purchase on something solid, and stumble forward, out of the slime.You collapse onto the concrete floor immediately and about that time your motions trigger some automated lights to kick on. Your surroundings aren't familiar at first. You're in a small concrete room dominated by the large, clear-slime-filled vat you just came out of. There's a lot of complex. He played it very clean and straight, never wanted to get in trouble, and he’d never thought about actually going to a place like this. Was this even true? Did the subtle wording in what he was reading mean what he thought it meant? Only one way to find out. With the appointment made, he found himself in a clean waiting room all by himself and a young receptionist behind a counter. She was cute, kind of curvy, and was sitting low behind the desk so as he checked himself in he got a good look. So what do we do?" Well, since she's Mary, we love Mary. We stay positive. We support ourdaughter." You mean our son." Do I?" Christ. He's going to be folding laundry and mopping floors. Cleaningovens and making dinner." So what? Someone has to do it. Why not Mary?" Shit. My son is a maid." Think of the positives. Your shoes will always be shined." That's not funny Amanda. Your son a sissy. Doesn't that bother you?" Sissies are people, too. Remember when he was a kid? He had a doll.Maybe he's.