After parking my bike, I headed inside and stripped and took a shower. After my shower, I put the remaining portions of my riding gear in the laundry....Later I would bag it up and set it aside for when we had a garage sale. Yeah, I may need to replace my motorcycle, if I can’t deal with the clothes I had been wearing. On the other hand, there’s that saying, “Get back on the horse (that bucked you).” I already proved that I could get back on my bike, but it wasn’t involved in the attack. I would. No amount of shooing them away had any effect. People looked at this tall lithesome black woman and the skinny white young guy being followed so closely by obvious strays with some derision. Some must have gotten a whiff of the stale urine as she passed because they immediately turned after her and stood staring. All this added to Lisa profound humiliation and disgust.As soon as she reached home, she headed for the shower room and quickly stripped off and went under the shower, closing the. But only after another couple of seconds did the true pain announce itself.'Oh …. my GOD!' 'That's the idea. Spot of religion always helps.' SMACK! The Cadet Officer was lifting the spoon high over her head; she wasa strong girl, and she was angry. Anna's mouth opened wide, as if the chillihad now exploded on her tongue. Her breath was loud, hot and desperate. Therewas no wriggling or struggling. Rather, her entire body undulated slowly withpain. 'Oh … Christ!' she whispered. The Cadet Officer. It would destroy her. Coming clean was all about alleviating my own guilt. It had nothing to do with Melissa. I’d just have to wear it alone. Alone, I silently snorted to myself. I hadn’t been alone in this. Katie was just as much to blame as me. For some reason, albeit a stupid one, I was comforted that she was in it with me. I remembered my dad’s story about the two National Geographic photographers, all his fatherly advice dispensed in joke form. I snorted another laugh. They had been.