As I look at her, I wonder for the thousandth time what she sees in me. I'm just a normal, fleshy, middle aged man who somehow managed to convince an ...angel to live with me every day.Let me tell how it all happened...OneI had just taken a new job at a new computer company in my hometown. My work consisted of running the equipment and making sure nothing went down or broke. I also was in charge of tracking systems within our department. My boss and I knew each other from school and he got me the. ”Jill was rapt with attention, now sitting on the edge of her seat, reminding me of how a kid looks if you tell them a particularly scary story. Frightened by every single word, but enjoying the fear and craving the rush of the fear and not about to let anyone spoil their fun, however, frightened they might become. Seeing this look on Jill’s face, I remember thinking that Dee was just like her Old Man (as she called Luther). That she was just as much of a story-teller, knowing just how to play. That was so crazy, I scared myself. Seriously, fifteen years old, never been mistreated in my life, and I wanted to get pissed on, drink it, get ass-fucked with my head in the toilet bowl? It was so strange. At the time, I wanted it, I was asking for it, I loved it. Loved It. What the hell was wrong with me? I had a counselor I went to, but I thought if I talked too much about it, I would get Al and Jimmie arrested, so when I talked to her, I told her I liked to piss on myself in the shower or. There was an awkward moment when the detective and I got our wits about us. "She'll be better off if you don't go running after her," said the detective. "I'm sorry I was so insensitive. She seemed so calm. You never really know with rape victims. They all handle it differently. A lot of women react the way your wife seems to be. They try to pretend that it didn't happen. The problem with that is that deep down inside they know that it did and no amount of hiding or pretending can take that.