Basically, the betrayal of what transpired but the fact I did enjoy it. About a week past where I didn't make any attempts to contact her or return ca...lls.She knew something was wrong and eventually I agreed to talk. When we talked, I expressed ALL of the feelings I felt, initially betrayal of being forcefully taken but also the fact I began to enjoy it, and she also opened up about why she had snapped and taken me forcefully. From her explanation, one of her regulars clients, who she used to. Our eyes were locked together as lady juice dripped from my cherry. "Do you really not love my dad anymore?" she asked in a slight depressed tone, standing up with me. My head leaned away slightly, my mouth opened, but no words were spoken. My head eventually came back down and eye contact was made again. "Do you hate me? I can't lose you, because you are an amazing young woman that doesn't take anyone or anything for granted," I cried. Her hands grabbed my right hand as a few tears were shed.. He held her as she sobbed. * * * * * The funeral was a simple graveside service. The last remains of Mitchell Ryan Magnuson arrived in a 1974 black Cadillac hearse, mint condition. The stained pine casket rested above the open grave. The sky was dark purple in the southwest with an approaching late summer Kansas thunderstorm. In attendance, the old preacher from the town, Norman Atchison, a few of Mitchell’s closest friends, the sexton and a 69 year old Scottish bagpipe player in full regalia. That nite she blew it off as if I were crazy. A few days later she asked if I were serious. Trying not to upset or insult her I answered very diplomatically. I may have said something like, " your so hot I just feel like it's unfair that I'm the only guy that gets to have you."That was the seed that grew within her own pyschic. She brought it up every time I fucked her. While I fucked her she would constantly tell me things like " you better be careful what you wish for." "Once you let me.