’ ‘Please!! I need it so…’ Lise hated begging like this, but she was desperate. ‘Dammit, Lise!’ Rod yelled. He bolted from the bed and sto...od next to it, glaring down at her. ‘I don’t know what you expect from me. I try to be a good husband. Jesus, I just made love to you and all I’m getting for it is a ration of shit! I tried. If you aren’t woman enough to get off after all I did, it isn’t my problem!’ Rod’s words stung Lise as if he’d lashed with a whip. ‘If you aren’t woman enough…’ Was that. I have been ?doing it? for a number of years, and, so far, have not been caught.How I became a rapist, I don’t know. I tell myself it is in my genes, but I guess that isn’t really true. I do it because I enjoy it. The look on the faces of the women as I fuck them.The first was Donna. She was eighteen years old, and gorgeous, she lived in the next street to me, and often took walks in the park alone. I had approached her from behind, and, wearing a hood I had made myself, I had grabbed her,. Once they felt they were far enough into the woods, they pushed her to the ground. Where the four men held her down and stuck a bottle of jack Daniels to her mouth. Telling her to drink the bottle straight down. As she opened her mouth to say no, she got a mouthful of the JD and started choking on it. One of the men grabbed her tit at the nipple and started squeezing and twisting it. Telling her she had better drink it and do as they say or else. The pain hurt her real bad and she started. She wanted time and space and privacy, but her home, which also housed her two young children, made Beth and Reid’s sexual exploration limited. Her orgasms made her want to scream with abandon but she held them back, for fear of waking her sleeping children. The frustration she felt was tinged with guilt, and also with strange feelings of shame. Surely a mother with small children should not be so full of wantonness? How could she raise her daughter to be a strong, independent woman of her own.