Sorry.’ Click. ‘Well,’ Jeff says, his arm still around Nicole, comforting, ‘we’re going to be here for a while.’ He points toward the spil...led books and teasingly says, ‘I guess we could study those.’ Nicole, cheeks coloring slightly, ducks her head and mumbles, ‘Perhaps we ought to think of something else?’ Now Jeff pulls Nicole close, his left arm encircling her, his right hand playfully sticking the rose through her hair. He cradles her chin, raising her face up so he can look into her. Neither of us had any inkling as to the events which would profoundly affect the two of us.The summer of her eighteenth year had marked two years since my wife, Joan’s passing. Our house’s sat directly across from each other and from the living room, I could see her bedroom window. I knew this because I had seen her sitting at her desk, which sat off to one side facing the wall. She’d sit there doing her homework during the school year.She had just graduated from high school, and it was the. "You know, it's a shame that you can't drive," Sara called out as sheheaded into the kitchen, "you'd be a great designated driver."Fran followed Sara to get the wine and I sat down. A large mirror hungabove the fireplace and I studied my reflection, surprised slightly byhow long my hair was starting to get. I had wanted to get it cut for awhile, but Fran hold told me she liked it longer and that money was tightso I had gone along with it. It looked ok, but I realised now that it wasmaking me. Im not sure if I am a normal person but I have these twisted fantasies about rape and causing great pain to female victims whether they are old as dirt, or even very young. Ill begin by telling the story of a very vicious sexual encounter I had with Samantha, a young girl who lived next door to me with her grandparents. Samathas mother was a deadbeat and Samantha had been living with her very old grandparents every since she was born. I would see Samantha outside from time to time, riding her.