“STOP!!!!” I screamed at the top of my voice hoping someone would hear me. “Shut up you little slut! If you cooperate I won’t hurt you!” the...voice said. “What do you want from me?” I asked the voice. “Oh we will get to what I want soon enough” he said as a felt something very cold slide up my body, over my tits and press against my throat. “I’m holding a knife at your throat and if you don’t do what I tell you too I will cut you,” the voice told me. I was trembling at this point and honestly I. ‘Damn, I shouldn’t have let that slip.’ She had a bemused look on her face. Twelve years. That would roughly put her at thirty to thirty-four unless she got more than a bachelor’s degree. ‘Doesn’t matter, I would have found out eventually by our second date.’ Did he just say that? ‘My, my. Second date. Aren’t we the confident one? What makes you say that there will be even a first date?’ ‘Because, like you said. You haven’t had this much fun in years. You’re a free woman now and I would be. "You don't have to Claire... I can do it... but it would be nice it you would," he added after a long pause.My thoughts on our relationship that night, were much more intimate. In actuality our hands had touched and he'd hugged me close, but with a barrier of woolly jumpers and oilskin clothing separating our flesh. These disappeared in my bedtime imaginary world and I wondered how much further, if any, we would go the next day or whether we would revert to our old shy selves.As it turned out,. I’m sure it’s for the best.’ ‘We enjoy helping people be more comfortable with themselves,’ Rosaria said. ‘Did you and Michael talk about what has been bothering him?’ she asked. ‘Yes, but only just on the way here,’ Faith said. ‘ We didn’t really get too far into it.’ ‘How did you feel about what he had to say?’ Rosaria asked, leaning back against the counter, her arms folded beneath her breasts. ‘Well, I was surprised that he is so preoccupied with thinking of me, that it’s distracting to.