It was worded as encouragement, but a challenge it was. He read a post on Nick Scipio’s forum that I made. In it, I poured my heart out about the th...ree occasions in which I’d fallen hopelessly in love with a fictional character. One was when I was only 13, the other two were Frank Downey’s Sophia and Nick’s own Gina. It was an emotional vent, in which I praised them for their ability to make a 50 year old man break down in tears over pain occurring to a character that was, in the end, no more. Her face turned white. ‘Don’t tell him until tomorrow maybe we can figure something out,’ she told me. I knew my dad was going to be pissed and there was no use waiting until tomorrow for the explosion. I walked into the living room, where he was watching TV, and stood in front of his chair. ‘Someone hit your car inthe parking lot at the school dance and I got a speeding ticket on the way home to tell you,’ I said as I handed him my ticket and waited for his reaction. There was none. ‘We’ll. “Come on, John, we’re both adults. I can see you’re aroused. Now do you want to jerk off?” “Well, honestly, kind of, yes,” I replied. “Then go ahead,” she smiled, “if you don’t mind me watching. I would love to watch you wank, it’s been ages since I’ve seen a stiff prick in real life and I’ve always loved watching guys beat off.” That last comment nearly made me come right then and there. I had never imagined Aunt Mary to have such lustful thoughts. I let go of my embarrassment, unfastened my. You obviously expect me to rape you, and it terrifies you ... I’m going to do more than simply rape you, I’m going to torture you. Before Friday is over you will beg and plead for me to rape you - and you will mean it with all your soul.”“Now”, the voice continues, “Pick up the microphone and carry it with you. Keep all conversation to the minimum. Oh, and before you think about trying some movie hero nonsense, remember, you only know about this one, and even if everything goes perfectly and no.