He presss me against the door as he shuts it. He says nothing. He Just presss himself against me and I know its Justin. I struggle against him. I push... him and twist against him. Get off of me I scream at him, his hand claps over my mouth. I reach up to remove it but he is too strong. I brought my other hand up to, which had been trying to push him away. This is what he wanted. He grabs them both, spins me around, and quickly ties them together with some type of rope. I begin to scream again. A. Hmmm."Sure," I answered and told her. Rather than write it down, she simply repeated a couple of times before telling me, "See you later." As I watched her drive away I thought, "Interesting evening, interesting lady."---"Jim, did you hear what I said?" Melissa's question popped me back to reality."Uh, yeah. Well, no. My mind was off in la la land. I'm sorry, Missy. What was it?" I stammered."I said I think I'll get a soak before dinner. OK?" she patiently repeated to me."Oh, OK. I'll go get. Things were starting to feel pretty good there floating in the cool river water and looking at this incredibly beautiful god-like hunk right in front of me. For years now, since I was about 16, I’d grab a spot next to him at the shop just to be close to him and make any excuse to come into physical contact. He didn’t seem to mind me following him around like a puppy and was pretty cool and friendly towards me all the time. He teased me about girls and school and asked me all the time if I was. I was immediately tempted to explore but time was moving on, maybe on another occasion perhaps. Why did I say that? I turned to the sink to rinse myself and then noticed a damp patch on the corner of the carpet and the wall; the joint on the pipe was leaking, that was the water problem she had! I dressed, s**ttered the clothes around the bedroom similar to how I had found them and headed back downstairs. I sat at the kitchen table and began to write a text to Alison but as I did I heard the.