Don't you know any happy ones?"Kalliste started to say something, then stopped with the glass halfway to her lips. "This one has a happy ending," she ...aid at last. "At least I think it is a happy ending. You might not."A woman never forgets being raped. Suddenly you have no control. You are nothing but a piece of meat for someone else's lusts. You are no longer a person, you are a thing.I remember the first time I was raped, I even remember his name.Herakles.Herakles the Hero.Herakles the. Her hair was damp and matted, she had hickeys on her neck, her nipples were bruised and there were dried white spots all over her face, breasts and stomach. She knew as soon as she saw them what they were - dried cum stains! What the hell had happened to her last night? More to the point - who had happened to her last night?She was sitting at her desk trying to make sense out of a buyer's order when Calvin entered her office and sauntered up to her desk. Calvin, at least as far as she was. Oh, I forgot to mention one thing. There was good aroma all around and lights were little dim. So it was a nice ambiance as it should be for a good body massage. He started off with massaging my head and it felt so good and relaxed.Then he started massaging my body and he spent more time massaging my boobs and tummy and I think he loved them. Later he massaged my legs and it felt good.After that, he turned me back and massaged my back and ass. I must tell you it felt really good and awesome. I. Angie’s words echoed instantly in my mind. But my voice hadn’t hit its register during the entire conversation. I was sure of it.“I’d like that. But I have an ... appointment at the University. I may not make it back in time.”“Oh,” she shrugged. “Well, if you do, we’ll be out on the beach at noon. Opposite the hotel.”“Thanks. I’m Joshua, by the way.”“Yael,” she smiled.I pushed my way through the narrow, twisting concrete corridors of a nondescript university building, following a hand-drawn map.