I turned the knob but the storm door was locked so I walked around to the back door by the pool. I heard Rita screaming and rushed to the back porch. ...There was Rita being raped by a stranger. I heard her screaming but didn’t listen to her words. I grabbed the shovel and ran up to the pool deck and hit the rapist as hard as I could on the back of the head and neck with the shovel. I must have hit him three times, I really didn’t know. He rolled off of Rita onto his back with blood everywhere.. Shortly, we were both in bed. Before he extinguished the candle he gave me a benevolent look before saying, “It’s all going to be okay, boy.”“Thank you, Mac,” I replied.I slept like a baby that night. An earthquake would not have awoken me. The following morning we ate porridge, hot, glorious porridge. Before I could help myself, I began to cry. Mac then took me in his arms and then gently began rubbing my back. As he rocked my body in his arms the floodgates opened as I commenced sobbing.“Yer. ——————————– On Tuesday I awoke first and returned the favour with coffee and toast. We spent the day at Blizzard Beach and had another great but tiring day on all the water rides. That evening for our last night in Orlando, we decided to try out the slightly up-market restaurant in the hotel. We had a lovely candle-lit dinner. Mel wore her little black cocktail dress again and looked absolutely gorgeous. We finished a bottle of wine between us and chatted about how great the place was. Over. And then our talk turned to sexual matters. Her hubby used to be out of town most of the times. I also had an idea from before that she would be sexually not satisfied. And finally, she said also, that she was sexually not satisfied. The look on her face itself was saying what she wanted to say. But how to break the ice…… Still, somehow she reached to the point where she said, kk ??? What do you think about me ????? I said, sorry mam, I didn’t understand. She asked me, how do I look to you ????.