I didn't have to be with her. Some relationships you just know won't end well.Even at this moment, standing on her doorstep, I have a premonition of d...oom.I could not forget Leslie after we finished "Confessions". I saw her at several parties, across crowded rooms. My desire for her remained strong. I ignored it, especially in the brief conversations we exchanged. That only made it grow. She did not sneer or snap, and I got strained, wondering when she would. I got hysterical about the. Suddenly, the bedroom door swung open and Kevin rushed in. "What the..."Then the lights went out for Kevin.Kevin awoke with a major bump on the back of his head. He sat up and looked around, his mind still foggy, his vision blurred. When he tried to move his left hand, he found it shackled to a large ring in the wall above his head. He turned to the side and saw his mother next to him on the tiny cot, her hand also shackled to the same ring. She had on a bra and a pair of thong panties. Then he. . and having previously defined the definition of sex to her in no uncertain terms ... well otherwise we could run into a similar definition problem, such as we've seen before when someone in high public office testified before a Senate hearing committee that he had not had sex with that woman. You see the more terms we add to the test the more clear definitions will be required in order to insure accuracy." Understanding all that," I persisted, "I'd still like to know if they've done other. She said: ‘I never imagined it could possibly be that good. … I love you.’ I replied: ‘I love you too.’ Saying that seemed somehow inadequate. I rolled off of her. My shaft was covered in blood. We both looked at it. I sat up and looked between her legs. She was dripping a mixture of her blood, her lubricating fluids and my semen. The towel was filling up. She had lost far more blood than Connie. I went over to the dresser and retrieved my camera. I took a series of shots: down there, her.