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sample rape poetry "rapepoetry" story:
What did she want to talk about? If she was ashamed, it seemed that
she wouldn't want to talk at all. That would've been much worse. At
least I had a chance to help her through the guilt; to try to make
things right again. Yeah right, I've always been a dreamer.
I guess some things never change!
She met me at the door and let me in. She was wearing a light blue
cotton work shirt, that was tucked into a pair of very short denim
cutoffs. She was barefooted except for a thin gold ankle bracelet.
Her silky straight blonde hair was parted in the middle and flowed down
over her shoulders. As we stood in her parents kitchen I could smell
that 'other family' smell. I could detect a faint smell of cinnamon,
mixed with other spices that I couldn't identify. It was simply an
unfamiliar combination of odors that reminded me that I was in some
one elses home, making me feel more ill at ease.
Emily immediately noticed my nervousness.
"What's wrong Dan?"
Her tone was kind and compassionate.
"Nothing! Nothing. "
I responded quickly. Possibly too quickly. I was very conscious of
my tone of voice; I didn't want to show my nervousness. This of
course did nothing but to make me more nervous. Trying to change
the subject I offered,
"So, what did you need to talk about Emily?"
She took my hand, tugging at me in the direction of the livingroom...continue -> rape paysites |
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