She stroked her fingers across the wet spot and then rubbed them together, feeling the slippery texture of my boy juice. I was standing in the doorway... and there wasn’t anything I could do to avoid her confronting me about what had happened. She looked at me and said, “Looks like someone had a naughty accident last night. You must have been dreaming about one of those cute little high school girls.” I was embarrassed and didn’t answer. Sue laughed and said, “Well, she must have been a real. I offered that it seemed like this was a great place for an adventure -- away from home and moral strictures, a chance to try the forbidden."Yeah, but what about the white married women?" I didn't have an answer there, beyond maybe that the adventure thing still held and maybe they weren't getting what they wanted at home."But what about their husbands HELPING!" I hadn't figured that out.Dinner came and we ate a little."Would you want me to have a Black guy?"I thought for a moment. "I'm not. Absent mindedly she fingered the small simple necklace her mother had given her years ago. It was now her only true possession, if you discounted the clothes Jimmy had bought for her. A look of inspiration swept over her face and she leaped from the bed and quickly dressed.She dared not venture far in a city so large and unfamiliar, but after asking several pedestrians she located a pawn shop not far from the apartment where she was disappointed to learn that the necklace, although sterling. She believed she would be able to handle the situation when her attacker confronted her. In her experience, rapists like this one liked the victim to know who they were.Raping someone on a ship in space wasn’t smart otherwise. Lee could only conclude that he must be sure that she would end up too scared to report him. Fuckup’s like him liked to terrorise the victim before and after the fact and repeat the rape.“You fucking, goody-two-shoes whore,” the guy spat into her ear, telling Lee who it.