. He asked everything about the rapist body... But he never asked about his face... He knew he had a mask... And... It's gotta be him!- I thought. ... I got up and gasp! "it's him! But before we try to prove it! We have to think of a plan," I said. She held my hand. "I got an idea! Well, did he talk?" she asked. I replied "yes but in a deep voice tone" well maybe that was his rape voice tone, and if I plant a recorder in his room, go to the same place he got you and have him rape me and I'll. . up to a point. Up to the point when the big lummox stopped sniveling and started naming names and dates and large sums of money paid out the Vice Squad for "protection" by his clientele. He even had the bastards' badge numbers! The newsmen swarmed over him, then.Was I ever mad?! Ooh-wee! I was on the phone to Wally instantly, trying to figure out an angle, a quickie way out of the marriage. There was no time for the legal way of cutting him loose, even though I had great grounds--the contract. So I did odd jobs around the neighborhood. Hollywood is hot year round so just about everyone had a pool in their backyard and no one wanted to do yard work. It was a perfect opportunity to earn money. I would take care of the neighbors' pools, cut grass, paint and even babysit to earn money for my truck. Tracy and Mark were our next door neighbors. They had a toddler, Cameron, that I would babysit a few times a month. They were a hot, young couple in their mid-to-late twenties. Mark was. It truly must have been shocking and often such revelations can make a person question their own status in their partner’s life as well one’s own confidence in oneself as a person, as a life partner. So, she said to address these grievances hired me, who will be her companion as well as fill in the gap in her life.Yes, such activities are a good ventilation for pent-up emotions and create a feel-good factor in body and mind.I said relationships are based purely on trust and respect.Forgiving is.