As we drove home I longed for the old days, when cars had bench seats. They made it possible for your girl to sit right against you as you drove, with... your arm around her as she snuggled close to you. How funny that I was reminded of a simpler time. As sophisticated as we would like to believe we are, things seemed to go a lot slower back then. When we arrived at Cheryl's house, I figured to make out a little and then go home. Cheryl invited me in and excused herself to use the bathroom. When. I just stared at him. In a more serious tone he asked, with a deep frown on his face, "What's wrong?" How weird, he wasn't staring at my titties or my exposed crotch.For a moment I didn't know what to say, then I blurted out, "He's raping her..." and pointed at the stairs."Shit!" He grabbed the radio off his belt. "Code 5, Central Staircase, Basement," he said into it, repeating it twice. He looked at me again. "How many," he demanded. I stared at him blankly, thinking how many what? How many. Uh, never ... Been alone together.” I stuttered.He leaned forward slightly, looked me directly in the eyes and spoke very calmly, with no hesitation in his voice.“Brian, my wife and I love you as if you were our own son. One of the reasons for that is the way you always treat the both of us with respect. You’re the finest young man I know personally, I have complete trust in you. I know you will treat my daughter with the respect she deserves. But with that said, you’re both adults, you have. "I mean after what's just happened... you know," she answered."Then was then, kiddo, and now is now. But of course, if you don't want me to do this..." He sneaked his hand further up her back, caressing her seductively. "... and if this doesn't feel good to you..." He brought his other hand up and rubbed her braless breast sensuously through the light blouse. "... and if you really don't want me to do this..." He drew her to him and buried a teasing kiss on her soft neck and under her chin..