They were constantly repeating stuff about “Always look two ways before you cross the street.” or something even sillier like “Don’t run with ...scissors because you can get hurt.” He couldn’t remember any time that he ever ran with scissors or crossed the street without holding somebody’s hand so he was confused about that sort of thing because it seemed like something he would never do in any situation.Now they wanted him to count backwards like it was something everybody did like it was normal. In the shower, I washed away the day's grime, wondered about relieving my swelling, decided against it, shaved and changed into my best casual slacks and sport blazer. I called her promptly at 6:30 and made a date to meet her in the hotel dinning room at 7:00.Her entrance into the hotel dinning room was breathtaking. Conversation dimmed, forks full of food paused on their way to open mouths, waiters stood still in their tracks and even other women stopped talking to look at her. She wore a. He was one of the most eligible bachelors in the area, to say the least, and his stepfather was happy to get both dates and sexual partners for him. He walked into the dining room, where his stepfather and stepsister had already finished their breakfast. ‘Hello!’ his stepsister cheerily said to him as he was leaving. Charlie gave her a quick smile in return, he had always liked her. His stepfather gave a nod. ‘How did it go with her last night?’ Charlie shrugged. ‘Same it usually goes, I. In fact, I had a grin so wide, I was almost worried I was about to break my own face.Still, I couldn't stop my own excitement from rushing through my veins.After all...I was back.Back when I was just 20 years old again, working in online college and still living in my parents house with my little brother.Back when I was still working a boring minimum wage job just to have a sense of responsibility and to pay off tuition.And most importantly...Back before I was raped by my precious little.