‘No, I’m no scout, if that’s what you think, but thank you for that mistake.’ I didn’t have an answer for his comment. I stood there in righ...t field looking like a dumb-struck teenager, which I was. ‘Here, sit,’ he said, standing and offering me the seat next to him. I should have refused, but I thanked him and sat. I looked at this man, the one with the matching eyes and t-shirt, this man that knew my real name. ‘I’m no scout,’ he repeated. ‘I’m just a fan, like everyone else that will come. Fact is, we really do get along quite well, and I know that Emma and Jacob meant well too. They also knew that I’d get all flustered when there was match making going on and so they’d tease me just like this. You see, we all knew it was just teasing. At least, I hoped they were. ‘So J.W., you got any more of those table sets ready to go?’ Jacob changed the subject. Jacob was referring to the picnic tables I made out of red and yellow cedar. I had figured a way of making some pretty attractive. I cannot explain the rush of pleasure that begins to pulse through my body. I only know it is real and sometimes can be frightening. He slowly releases my hair and moves away. I am frozen and watch him as he removes his clothing. He has left the belt on the bed beside me. My heart races I don't know if he will whip me again and then fuck me or fuck me first. It is possible he will wait until I am near orgasm and then whip me, forcing me to have an orgasm while he hurts me. As he nears the bed,. I really didn’t know what I would have done if Roger had been outside. I wanted to avoid facing him and the problems he could cause for as long as possible. However, I grew confused. Why would Jordan show up tonight? It was late and she said she’d be by in the morning to bring me fresh clothes and talk to Danielle.I stepped back and opened the door. Jordan quietly walked inside and toward the coffee table. I closed the door and locked it - just in case Roger really did show up. When I turned.