It was strange how comfortable she made me feel like this, and any thought of her age, possible consequences, or otherwise important things holding me... back the whole night slipped my mind. I kissed her again, a little more tenderly this time, letting her know that this wasn’t just a drunk fantasy of mine, that I really meant it. Just then someone on the couch behind her started fidgeting in their sleep, tossing around a bit to get comfortable, and the reality of what was going on crawled back. Or maybe somewhere else, somewhere much more comfortable. So I approach.“Hey man.” I start. “You alone tonight?”A quick nod. Okay, that’s what I was looking for. Let’s do this. I take another sip of my drink.“Hmm, but you don’t want to be alone do you?” I ask.I see your ever-so-slight head shake. That brings a smile to my face. “Listen,” I continue, “you seem pretty shy, and I don’t want to scare you off or anything,. Mommy was in the kitchen cooking something. I'm pushing my cars here andthere and making zooming sounds. I have been playing with my cars for awhile and I'm starting to get bored. I reach behind me for "Cathy."Cathy is my favorite doll and I have had her forever. I am three-years-old and I am sure that I have always had her.I can't feel her when I reach so I turn around. She is gone. She wasjust there, where could she be? I get up and turn around looking forCathy. I can't see her. His massive strong hands tearing through her clothes like they were made of paper. Now, she could not move. Not one part of her body was unrestrained. She was attached to the leather topped vertical St. John's cross by cuffs on her wrists and ankles. To further immobilize her, thick leather straps encircled her waist and her thighs. They had been cinched as tightly as they would go before they were buckled in place. Even worse was the wide leather strap buckled around her neck. She could.