Shyla turned to me for a few seconds and glanced back at Jenna. "I know I've been a bitch, and I did indeed pull a giant bitch move." "Do I hear a 'Bu...' coming?" Shyla's head slanted down and a single tear flowed off her right cheek. "May I please have sex with him again?" "Are we gonna be friends after this is over?" Jenna pondered. "Maybe, if you want to be." Jenna nodded. "Okay, go for it, ride him." "Oh, thank you," Shyla cried, just before she kissed Jenna on the lips. "You're welcome,". “Yes, of course I do” I replied. Well, I was down there this afternoon, enjoying a little swim, the outdoors…when that group of boys from across the way came out of the woods. Your son was with them as well, so I guess there were five of them. They sat down by my clothes and, well, they weren’t about to budge until I came out of the water. She was upset, but not too bad, so I guessed nothing too bad had occurred.You obviously got out of the water, unless you are calling from the pond right. With a quick glance at the clock, she answered that it was a quarter past nine now. "I'll have to reheat the lasagna again," she said, though she did not seem overly concerned about it. I shrugged - it had been a while since I had last shrugged - about the dinner as I did the math. "Five hours," I told her."What five hours?" It's been five hours since I started having these fantasies about you," I explained. "Actually, more like six. I was mildly interested in the idea on the way back from Dr.. It doesn't make sense. I'm the victim in this. Thanks to him my life and my daughter's life are in shambles. We have both been raped repeatedly and we have years of rape and humiliation to look forward to. It makes no sense that he hates me. But he does. I see it in his eyes every time I look at him.The rest of the day was pretty easy after putting up with Mr. Packard. Every time I saw Mrs. Thomas she thanked me for doing it. She was so grateful it was almost worth it. Almost, but not.