3 comments/ 14058 views/ 1 favorites Letters to Home By: Cromagnonman End of Term was rapidly approaching when I wrote my first letter home: Hi Mom, College is fine, I got an A for my English term paper and my Professor says that I'm one of his best students. He has even offered me extra tuition if I need it. My room-mate and I get along great and she's asked if I want to go with her when she goes home for term break but I told her that I miss home too much and maybe next time I'll join her, or she can come home with me, if that's all right with you. There are no boys in my life, not that there haven't been any opportunities in that area, I just don't want anything detracting me from my studies. I want you and Pop to be proud of me when I graduate. Love you heaps, Sarah. I knew that was what they wanted to hear but it was a long way from the truth. I felt bad about the deception but how could I tell them their daughter, the one that they had such high hopes for, had let them down badly. My next letter, written on the same day, was to my sister Stephanie, she's a couple of years older than me and graduated last year. She hasn't found a job yet, so she's staying with Mom and Pop to keep her expenses down until she finds one. Hi Sis, Can you keep a secret? College sucks and I've dropped out. My English Lit professor, S. Jonathon, you can call me Jonathon in private but in public it's Professor, Mellor, hit on me and told me that I could be the best student in the world but, unless I went to bed with him I wouldn't get a passing grade, so what is the point of staying. Jenny, my room-mate, has this part-time job in a bar and she put in a good word for me and I've got a job. It's not the best job but it pays okay and the tips are great. This is where the secret gets really important, it's a topless bar. I know what you're thinking, how could I degrade myself in this way, but it's not that bad, the girls look after each other and if there's some sleaze there we warn each other so that we don't have any problem. Usually a quiet word with Andy behind the bar has it sorted quickly. All I get to wear is this tiny red satin thong so I have to shave regularly, we aren't allowed to show any hair or tan lines so the tanning salon gets a workout. I've gotten used to dodging groping hands and declining the opportunity to enjoy the best fuck I'll ever have while they stuff bills under the thong. Last night I got over a hundred dollars in tips, more than any of the other girls including Jenny. Please don't tell Mom or Pop what I'm doing, please. Stay cool, Sarah. I got a reply from Mom telling me how proud she and Pop were that I was doing so well. The letter from Stephanie came as something of a surprise: Hi Sarah, Good for you getting out of college and into the real world. You don't realize how much truth is in that joke about what does a college graduate say in her first job? "Would you like fries with that?" Getting out and seeing the real world while you are young gives you a better perspective on life and your future career than career counselors will ever tell you. To them it's all about staying in school and getting qualifications that will gain you a higher paying job. To me and my friends that is just so much bullshit, very few kids have any idea what they really want to do at the time that they have to make that decision. Few of them have had sufficient life experience to enable them to make that decision. Get out! See the world and then gain the qualifications that you need for the next phase of your life. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone your deep dark secret. Love you, Steph. My next letter was three weeks later and things at work had taken a scary turn. I still liked the job, I got on well with the other girls and Andy behind the bar as well as the customers, I even had regulars that came in a couple of times a week and tipped generously. I know what you're thinking, they are hitting on me, wanting me to go with them, but it's not that, it's my boss. Hi Sis, I'm scared. Jerry, he owns Peppers the bar where I work, well he's been looking at me with a strange look on his face and last night he had a bunch of guys in his office and every time I looked in their direction I caught them staring at me. One of the girls warned me, she said that he gets a whole bunch of his mates over and they go upstairs and then he selects one of the girls to join them. Some of those he chooses don't come back after that so they have a good idea what goes on. It's sort of like, play the game or get out if you know what I mean. I don't know whether I'll go to work tonight. Keep your fingers crossed for me. Sarah. My next letter wasn't for a week, a week that I remember very little of. One of the nurses fetched me some paper and a pen and has promised to mail it for me. Hi Sis, I'm in more trouble than I know what to do with. I'm writing this letter from the hospital and that's why I haven't written for more than a week. One of the nurses got me paper and a pen and she's promised to mail it for me. Don't worry, I'll be fine, the doctors said that I can leave in about a week. I don't know exactly what's wrong because I'm on this drip so I'm not feeling much of anything right now. I don't know what happened, but I've got a good idea. You know that I said that I was thinking of not going to work? Well I got a phone call telling me that if I wasn't at work in half an hour I was fired. I needed the job so I went. Everything was fine except that Jerry had his mates in his office with him again, and they were watching me, again. It gave me the creeps but nothing happened so I finished up and told Andy that I was going to get changed and go home. Andy and I had our usual chat for a few minutes and he gave me a drink as usual. I had counted out my tips and was just heading for the door to the staff room when Jerry came out. "Sarah, have you got a minute?" "Sure." I followed him into the office. "Fellas, this is Sarah, the girl I've been telling you about. She's the best and most popular hostess we have here." "I can see that." One of the guys said and the others agreed with him. That's the last I remember until I woke the next morning and was dragged out of a dumpster. The police were here and asked me what I knew, but I couldn't tell them much. Don't tell Mom or Pop about this, please. Love you, Sarah. As I wrote I was trying to remember what had happened. I woke up because of the noise of a big truck stopping right next to where I was. I couldn't see anything it was so dark but I could smell something really foul and greasy to touch and I wasn't wearing any clothes, not even the thong. Then I heard something scraping over head and then there was a thin band of light. "Help me!" I yelled as loud as I could and the lid opened and this man looked in. "Fuck! Wait here lady I'll call the cops." He dropped the lid with a bang and then lifted it up again. "Sorry about that." I heard him speaking to someone over his radio or cell and then he came back. "I have to leave you here until the police get here. They told my boss that they'll be here in five so stay cool, okay?" "I guess so." I couldn't understand why I couldn't get out now. I could hear sirens getting closer and then a couple of policemen looked over the edge of the dumpster. Their reaction was the same as the man who found me. "Fuck! You'll have to wait a little longer so that the Paramedics can check you out, then we'll get you to hospital. Can you tell us how you managed to get in here?" "No. I work at Peppers bar and I'd just finished work and was getting ready to go home and then I woke up here, everything else is missing." I must have gone to sleep or something because the next thing I was being dragged out of the dumpster and lifted onto a gurney and loaded into an ambulance. Then it got all fuzzy. I woke in a hospital bed with tubes hanging out of my arm and wires plugged in everywhere. A nurse came back into the room accompanied by a woman who didn't look like a doctor, I took her for a hard-nosed cop and I was right. "Hi, I'm Detective Giametti, can you tell me your name?" I had to think about this and it took some effort but out of the haze a name emerged. "Sarah." "And your surname?" "Sorry, it's Thomas, Sarah Thomas." "Where do you live Sarah?" This really took an effort. "231 Briar, on the 3rd floor, apartment 2." "Can you tell me where you work?" "Peppers, Peppers bar, I'm a waitress." "Isn't that a topless bar?" "Yes." "And you are one of those waitresses that wander around with nothing on?" I had to defend myself. "We wear a thong." I could see that she couldn't understand why I would want to work in such a place. "You don't have a problem with being mauled by drunken patrons?" "Not many of them touch us other than when they put tips under the thong and the bar has ways of discouraging any bad behavior." "Were you friendly with any of the other staff?" "Yes, there's Jenny, she was my roommate from college, she works there part time and Andy, one of the barmen" "This Jenny, how can we contact her?" "If she's not at college she's gone home for term break." "And where would that be?" "I don't know." "Okay. I think that will be all for the time being. I'm told that you'll be here for several more days so if I need to talk to you again I'll be back. In the mean time take care of yourself." I watched her leave. The next letter was written the next day. Hi Sis, Wow! This is getting really weird! That Detective Giametti came by and asked me again about where I worked and who I knew there. I told her everything I could remember and she looked at me funny. "Sarah, we've been to Peppers bar and they have never heard of you. We spoke to the owner and he let us look at his employment records and your name isn't one of them. We couldn't check with Andy your barman friend, because there was no-one there by that name and they didn't know of anyone by that name. Your friend Jenny was no help either, she told us that you'd dropped out of school and moved somewhere but she didn't know where, although she told us that you and she had discussed getting into the porn industry. She thought you might have moved to Los Angeles to pursue that goal." I couldn't believe it. Am I going crazy? I don't know what to do, this stay in hospital is going to cost a fortune and I don't have much money saved. I just thought of something, I don't have my purse and it had my ID and credit cards so how can I access my account when I need money? I don't even have clothes to wear when I finally get out of here. What am I going to do? The good news is that there's this really nice doctor that has been treating me, he drops in for a chat when he's not busy and he's been helping me through this, he's even asked me out on a date when I get out. I guess I've got plenty of time to think about what to do next. Don't worry, I'll get through this. See ya, Sarah. Thinking was really taking its toll on my brain. I tried hard to remember everything that had happened but all I got was a thick mist with occasional glimpses of daylight. For the most part I just lay there drifting in that nowhere land between being asleep and being awake. It took a great deal of mental effort to write the next letter. Hi Sis, Looks as if my luck just might have changed for the better. Detective Giametti came in again only this time she was interested in what I could remember. Do you remember me telling you about a doctor that's been nice to me? Well it seems as if he recognized me from Peppers and mentioned it to her. This is the first time that she's been able to place me at the bar so she has spoken to Jenny again. When she explained to her the trouble she would find herself in if she kept lying, she broke down and confessed that she'd been pressured by Jerry to tell the police that I'd never worked there. The police have gone into their Missing Persons records to see if there were any other disappearances of young girls that could be connected with the bar. There were several, but there had never been enough evidence for any ongoing investigations, let alone a prosecution so nothing was done. If what happened to me had happened to the other girls the chances of finding evidence now was almost impossible. Grace, that's Detective Giametti, has promised me that she'll do everything that she can to find out what really happened and catch those responsible. I believe her, for a cop she's nice. I'm feeling better now. Love you, Sarah. I've got another person helping me, Tim dropped by as he was going off duty and told me that he had found out some information that he has passed on to the police. Things were looking up. Hi Sis, Tim called by last night and sat with me for at least an hour. Oh, Tim is the doctor I told you about who spoke to Grace about having seen me at Peppers. Anyhow he stopped by and told me that he'd been doing a little snooping himself. He got friendly with one of the girls, Angie and it's not hard to get friendly with her, and she told him that the turnover of girls is a lot more than she remembered from other bars that she worked at. With a little digging she said that the girls seemed to all leave after Jerry invites them into his office to meet his mates. She hadn't thought that there might be more to it but she did mention that she had heard a rumor from a friend that he thought that Jerry might be involved in producing 'Snuff Movies'. If that was the case I was extremely lucky to get out of there. As he was leaving he kissed me and told me that he didn't do this for just any beautiful and sexy girl. He's nice and there is hope there. I think what he told me explains a lot, like why my pussy and arse were still sore after they had stopped the pain medication, and why they put me on a drip as soon as I got to hospital. When I asked Grace about it she told me that my tox screen revealed a very high dose of several drugs including crystal meth and Rohipnol, enough to kill a less fit person, as well as evidence of sexual penetration by at least four men. They were waiting to see if there was a DNA match on the Crime Lab database for any of the samples sent to the lab. The police were trying to collect as many snuff movies as they could get their hands on in the hope that they find some involving Jerry and his mates. She thought that they would most probably be for the export market so they didn't hold out much hope. When she was leaving she put her hand on my cheek and for a second I thought that she was going to kiss me. I wonder if she is gay. That's enough for now. Love you, Sarah. Today was a little easier to handle. While I still can't remember anything of what had happened, things were looking decidedly brighter. The police were moving ahead with their investigations and were hopeful of an early arrest. Even my writing looks almost legible. Hi Sis, Things are moving along. Grace was here and told me that the police had obtained a search warrant for Jerry's house and office and taken away his computers and they had found literally hundreds of porn videos that they're going to have to troll through to see if there is anything that can be of help in their enquiries. He refused to give them the passwords for his computers so cracking them was going to take time. The geeks were working on it 24/7. As for the videos, there were any number of officers who volunteered for the onerous duty of sifting through them all looking for evidence. This too was going to take time. She was encouraging, telling me that everything that could be done was being done, and the keep thinking positive thoughts. Now for the scary bit, as she was leaving she kissed me and placed her finger on my lips to tell me that this was our secret. What am I going to do, both Grace and Tim have shown that their interest in me is personal and I don't know what I'm feeling for either of them. I know that I like Tim, he's a nice man and that's the important thing he has going for him, he's a man. As for Grace, I like her too, but she's a woman and at least ten years older than me. I don't know if I have any lesbian tendencies although I quite enjoyed her kiss. Maybe I'm AC/DC, I don't know. What do you think, have you ever felt this way about a woman? I have a lot of thinking to do. Love you, Sarah. Sometimes it doesn't pay to get ahead of what is happening, you put all of your hopes on things happening in a certain way and it goes pear-shaped. Here I was thinking that it was clear sailing from here on and this happens. Hi Sis, There has been good news and bad news. Grace called by this morning. The good news is that the search of Jerry's office computer has confirmed that I had been employed by Peppers, he apparently had separate records for taxation purposes and they can at least charge him with tax evasion. The bad news was that there was nothing on that computer to link him with any porn, they have still to crack his home computer, and that was taking time. One thing that they did find was that her had been sending files to another computer that turned out to be a lap-top that he carried with him in his car. They have confiscated that and are trying to access the hard drive. They think that his MO has been to transfer files from his office computer to his lap-top and then to a third party, probably some porn web site that specializes in his particular form of deviance, then wiping the records from his main computer. The police now don't believe that they will find any evidence in the DVD's that they confiscated but that hasn't stopped the officers from viewing them. She has been very encouraging, but she did have some bad news for me that you are probably aware of by now, the police have called on Mom and Pop and told them what has been happening to me. Mom is on her way here and I'm not looking forward to this one bit. Grace kissed me again as she left. You know, she's not bad looking for a hardened cop. If I was that way inclined, which I'm convinced I'm not, I can see myself really liking her, probably not enough to have sex with her, but. Wish me luck with Mom. Love you, Sarah. What a relief! Mom didn't do or say anything the way that I had imagined. She so absolutely surprised me that I had difficulty imagining that this was my straight-laced mother that I was talking to. Hi Sis, Mom has gone back to her hotel. She has really surprised me, here I was thinking that I was going to have to listen to her rant and rave about me ruining my life by leaving college and working in a topless bar, but no, she was quite calm about the whole thing, except of course for me finding myself in hospital. According to her it was not my fault, I was working in a job that she presumed that I liked, and some evil people decided to take my happiness and innocence away from me for their own evil pleasure. She has told me that if I wanted to I could come home after I've been released from hospital and take all the time that I need to recuperate. How cool is she, I can't believe it. She told me that she had been having a long conversation with 'that really nice detective Giametti' who, she informs me, has my best interests at heart and is working tirelessly to track down whoever it was that did this to me. I don't think that I'd better tell her just how nice Grace has been, she probably isn't ready for that. The latest is that the police have managed to crack the password on Jerry's lap-top and have found some damning evidence. The bad news is that they have to sit on it for a while because it is part of an ongoing international inquiry into the porn industry with the emphasis on 'snuff' videos where the victim, usually a young girl like me, is drugged and abused before her body is dumped. I was lucky because I didn't die, and I didn't end up in some landfill. They don't know how many girls might have been dumped, some of them might have been alive when they were buried in rubbish. They are hoping to get as many videos as possible to see if any of the victims match the Missing Persons files. Letters to Home Grace also told me that when I leave here I will be under constant surveillance in case the bad guys try to silence me. She asked me if I wanted to stay with her so she could keep an eye on me. Would I be wrong in detecting a different motive for her wanting me to stay with her? I don't know whether I like this or not. Love you Sarah. Head-spin time. What am I going to do? Do I go home with Mom with the possibility of this feeling of guilt hanging over me all of the time, or do I go with Grace with the possibility of feeling even more guilty, or not. Fuck I can get myself into some shit! Hi Sis, Well the good news is that I'll be out of here tomorrow. The bad news is that I have to decide whether to come home with Mom or stay with Grace, who has been trying hard to convince both of us that it would be in the best interests of my ongoing safety if I were to stay with her. I think Mom is close to agreeing with her. The other good news is that Tim has asked me to have dinner with him and I've said yes. All that I have to do is to convince both Mom and Grace that I'll be perfectly safe with him. There is still no new news of the police investigation. The wait for something to happen is killing me, and I just wish that it was all over so that I can get on with my life, whatever that is. I've started to count the holes in the ceiling tiles, I tried counting each of them starting from a corner and going backward and forward but I kept losing count, so I got the bright idea of counting how many in each row and multiplying by the number of rows and then counting the number of tiles. I told you it was exciting here, I even look forward to the regular visits from the nurses when they come to change the bag on my drip and change and weigh the bag that I pee into through a catheter. I'll be glad to start eating food although I'm not really looking forward to hospital food. Roll on release. Love you, Sarah. What is they say about counting chickens? None of these little suckers are about to hatch anytime soon. Talk about frustrating, what have I done to deserve this shit. Hi Sis, The bad news first, I'm stuck in here indefinitely. All hell has broken loose in the real world, Jerry has been shot dead, can you believe that? Grace came in to tell me all about it and how it impacts on me. It seems as if the guys that he's been selling his porn to were none too happy about the mess that he's in and decided that the best solution was to distance themselves from him, permanently. So they hired a professional hit man to execute him gangland style. The police think that they are tying up loose ends and that I'm a loose end as far as they're concerned so I'll be safer in hospital where they can guard me, so here I stay, at least for the time being. Mom was supposed to be going home today but, what with all that's happened over the last day, she's decided to stay as long as I'm in hospital. She's been coming in every day and staying for hours and if she tells me again that she's not angry with me for dropping out of college and getting a job in a topless, with the emphasis on 'topless', bar I swear I'll scream. Grace comes in every day, some days she has another cop with her and she asks me questions like she's getting information but I know and she knows that I don't have anything new. She told me on a day when she came alone that she has to do this otherwise her boss would suspect that she's getting too close to me. When she told me that she was real close, sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning over me with her lips right by my ear, her voice soft and husky, oozing sensuality, her every word and action telling me in no uncertain terms that she was looking forward to getting me on my own at her place. I wonder if I should tell her about Tim inviting me to dinner. Oh God, I can't believe how wet I am just writing this. Does this mean that I'm actually looking forward to being alone with Grace, or is it Tim? I'd better stop or I'll have to play with myself to ease the sensation that I'm feeling. What the fuck, hold on while I take care of business. I'm back and feeling better. Phew! I can't believe I didn't have the nurses rushing in to find out what was happening when I came. I expect that if you hold the paper to your nose you'll smell me. Love you, Sarah. My new hobby is keeping me sane, if only I had a dildo I'd be in heaven, or a cock even, now that's a thought. I'll have to work on that. Hi Sis, I have really started something. It's been so boring here when there's been no-one around that I've started playing with myself under the covers. It's making me so horny that if I don't get laid soon I'll go mad. The nurses had started to take me outside to sit in the sunshine for about thirty minutes each day. The sunshine feels good, but I can't wait to get back to bed. Tim came by last night after Grace had left and we talked about where we were going to go for dinner when I'm eventually released from this, well it is, prison. Each suggestion is more outrageous than the previous, we talked about Paris and Tuscany and New York and Tim will have to be earning a squillion dollars a year to pay for this indulgence. While we were talking he was sitting on the bed beside me and I took his hand and placed it between my legs. He got the message and, even through the covers, it felt so good and I was soon squirming in pleasure at his manipulations. Then his fucking pager went off, blowing the moment. What a disappointment. He tried to hide his hard-on from me without success and I grabbed it and held on, not wanting him to leave. He told me to 'hold that thought' and, breaking free from my grasp, he scurried away. Wouldn't you know it, I stayed awake for as long as I could but he didn't come back. He'd better have a good excuse. I think I'll do the same to Grace to see how she reacts, if I play my cards right I can have the best of both worlds. Love you, Sarah. I spend my day either anticipating my next visitor, of pleasuring myself. I don't know which of these I look forward to more. Hi Sis, You should have seen the look on Grace's face when I took her hand and placed it between my legs, talk about the cat that got the canary, she had a smile a mile wide, and she knows how to use her fingers, I have never felt anything like it. While she was finger fucking me her lips were busy kissing me and sucking on my nipples through that horrible gown that they make me wear, I mean to say I have nothing else, after all I was naked when I was found. Somewhere in amongst all of this sex she did tell me that Interpol had located a Web site that looked as if it is the one that Jerry would have uploaded what happened to me. The listings are deliberately vague and it will take time to sift through them, but, with a little luck, because the upload will have been recent, they figure it may not take that long. Here's hoping, I want to get out of here. Mom still comes in every day but she hasn't been staying very long, I guess she senses that we don't really have that much to talk about. It is good to see her though because I know that she does love me and does care about me. How's Pop getting on? Mom hasn't said much about him and what he thinks about all of this. I have to finish now, Tim's due for his daily visit. Love you, Sarah. Great news! Things have reached to point where I don't need to be here anymore, Yay! I'm looking forward to Tim and dinner probably more than staying with Grace, I wonder if I've made the right decision? Hi Sis, Guess what? I'm out of here tomorrow!!! It'll be great! I'm staying with Grace until after the trial so she can keep an eye on me to protect me from the bad guys. And Tim is taking me to dinner! He hasn't told me where, he says it's a secret but that I won't be disappointed. The first thing is to go home and pack some clothes, Mom brought some in for me to wear when I leave but I'll need more including something nice to wear to dinner. I can't wait! You've probably guessed by now that I'm excited to be finally out of this place. I know that it was the best for me to get better both physically and emotionally but it was so boring right up until I rediscovered the pleasures of masturbation and seduction. I'll write in two days to tell you how it all went. Wish me luck. I love you, Sarah. Hi Sis, What a fucking mess. Last night was a total disaster. It began well enough, the restaurant was the best, I don't know how much it cost but Tim was obviously out to impress, and he succeeded. Then after dinner we walked for a while and then he hailed a horse-drawn carriage for a tour of Washington Park, so romantic, and then we went to his apartment and made love. It was everything I hoped it would be, he was gentle with me, not forcing himself on me just easing into it and when his cock found its way into my pussy the flood-gates opened and we were almost swimming in it. He had no trouble getting his cock into my pussy, it was so wet by the time he got to that point that it could almost have been twice as big and slipped right on in. After about an hour of the most sensational sex he took me home to Grace's apartment. She had been waitin up for me and I thought for a moment that she was disappointed when Tim walked in with me, but her mood changed in an instant and she greeted both of us enthusiastically. This is where it starts to get really weird. She had a DVD burnt from one of the videos from the Web site she had told me about and she wanted me to see it to see if I recognized anyone. I'll tell it to you exactly as it happened. I was the star attraction of this disgusting show. It was obvious that I was either drugged or very drunk, I could hardly stand up and I was shoved onto a sofa like a rag doll. And then it began, cocks were shoved in my mouth and I was gagging and, at one stage I threw up on the floor. The bastards laughed! Then one of them spread my legs and shoved his cock into me. I winced at the brutality of it, if I hadn't been drugged the pain would have been excruciating, but not as bad as what happened next. The bastard didn't even apply any lubricant before his cock was jammed into my arse. He worked away at it for a while before he rolled onto his back with his cock still in my arse and one of the other men climbed between his legs and pushed his cock into my pussy. This excited them no end and they laughed as their cocks slid in and out of my holes. While this was going on two other men were kneeling either side of my head pushing their cocks into my mouth. Then it was a case of musical holes as places were swapped and new men joined in, replacing those who had started it all. This was all happening in real time, or at least it appeared to be because there was no obvious editing, it looked as if they used a steadi-cam because the camera moved smoothly around the room and the focus changed to get the best view of the action, action that had been happening for an hour. That's when it all went pear-shaped. It was getting close to the end, all of them were standing around jerking themselves off and taking it in turns to shove their cocks into my mouth before pulling out at the last second to cum either in my mouth which they forced open, on my face, that must have amused them because they all laughed especially when a shot of cum hit me in the eye, or cum was shot over my tits. I just sat there, staring at the screen, my mouth open in horror. I had rationalized that something like this must have happened to me and now I knew the extent of the depravity of these men. It disgusted me that men could sink so low as to drug a girl so that they could do this to her, that they thought so little of her that they could degrade her so totally and then toss her away like so much rubbish. Then something caught my attention, in the background, wanking away on his cock, the one that had so recently been inside me, was Tim. "You fucking bastard!" I yelled at him. "How the fuck could you do that to me!" At this time the bedroom door opened and two policemen walked into the room. "Timothy Crawford, you are under arrest for the rape of Sarah Thomas, we are also considering the charge of being an accessory to the attempted murder of Sarah Thomas." The Miranda followed and he was cuffed. "I would like to say something." He looked from me to Grace who nodded. "Yes I was there, I arrived late and I never participated in the sex, it disgusted me so much that I had to jerk myself to make it look like I was involved. I don't know who administered the drug, I suspect the barman sometimes known as Andy, but Sarah was in an almost comatose state when I got there. There were six of them so there was nothing I could do but to wait for the opportunity to slip away un-noticed and try and get help." He looked at Grace. "I'm sure that you have analyzed the semen samples that were taken; I will give you a DNA sample that will clear me of any involvement in the rape." "Fate stepped in and I was unable to contact the police. After they had finished, and while they were gloating over the preview of the video, my pager went off and I was called into work to take care of an emergency. It was a motor vehicle accident with multiple and extensive injuries that required several hours of surgery that kept me busy until about seven in the morning. And then you were brought in and my focus was on saving you. I have proof of when I got back to the hospital and you will be able to work out what time I would have left the bar. When I left them they were discussing whether they needed to reshoot some sequences or not. I think some of them were in favor just so that they could fuck you again. Up to that time there had been no mention of what was planned for you because, if there had been, do you honestly think that I would have allowed them to do it? You do believe me, don't you?" "I want to, but I don't know." Grace spoke up. "Tim, whether Sarah believes you or not is irrelevant, it's whether I believe you that's important. I have some questions that I need answered, firstly, how did you get involved with Jerry?" "He was my step-brother, we had the same mother but different fathers. His father was always in trouble with the law, petty stuff, while he had legitimate businesses like a restaurant, he was also a strip club owner, something that he managed to keep from my mother until after they were married. She put up with his various business interests, which included prostitution, for the sake of Jerry but she had eventually had enough and left. Jerry was a teenager and chose to stay with his father, I guess that he took over the business when his father got shot, he would have been in his late twenties by then. I saw him occasionally and then a year ago he ended up in hospital getting treatment for a heart condition, I think that he thought that I saved his life and that he owed me. He recognized me and invited me to Peppers for some 'private entertainment'. That is why I happened to be there that night, it was the first time for me and certainly the last, believe me." "You had no idea what this private entertainment involved then?" "No. Well that's not entirely true, I'd heard rumors of that sort of thing going on and thought that it might have been something like that and a part of me wondered what it would feel like. I was curious, I'd never done anything like this before, I don't even have a steady girlfriend and my sex life is very limited indeed." "Have you ever heard of snuff movies?" "Yes, I've seen studies on them as part of my medical training, we have to know the signs when performing an autopsy before issuing a death certificate." "So you weren't aware that Sarah here was to be the star attraction of a snuff movie?" "No! If I'd known that I would never have been there, I would have been down at the police station talking to someone about it with the view of stopping it. I don't care if he was my step-brother, if I'd known he was into that disgusting thing I would have been only too happy to see him in jail." "Okay. The fact of the matter is that you were there and as such you are important to us as a material witness to this crime. Interpol are rounding up the directors of the video distribution company involved so we have been given the green light to proceed with our case so, we need you to help us with our inquiries and, at a later stage, to give evidence. In the mean time you are to stay right away from Sarah, you've hurt her enough for the time being." The expression on his face was pleading with me for help, it told me that the last thing that he wanted was to leave me alone in Grace's clutches. "Is that a police decision or a personal one?" Grace's reluctance to answer was the answer. The weirdness didn't end there. Grace and I were alone, I was in her spare bedroom trying to get to sleep and finding it impossible. I was thinking about what had just happened when the door opened and Grace came in. "You can't sleep either, huh?" "No, there's too much going on in my head." She sat on the edge of my bed and began stroking my face and whispering something, I couldn't make out what it was. Then she bent over and kissed me, I mean really kissed me. I tried to avoid the attention but gave up. She must have seen this as my acceptance of her advances because the next thing was she slipped under the covers with me and began to caress me. "Please no, I don't feel like it." I tried to push her hand away. "You don't feel like it because you're too upset, or you don't feel like it with me?" "Both. I'm too upset to participate in this let alone enjoy it and, I've come to the conclusion that I'm not cut out to be a lesbian." "Tim?" "Yes." "I think that tomorrow you should pack up your things and go home to mother, get away for a while and clear your head." It was obvious that she was hoping that I would harbor lesbian tendencies when I'd had a chance to think this through. "No. Tomorrow morning I'm going back to my apartment and set about replacing my ID and credit cards so that I can get on with my life. Plus, I want to be with Tim just as much as he wants to be with me. Can you accept that?" "I guess I don't have any choice do I? This seems to be the story of my life, just when it looks like I've met a girl that I can see myself with in a committed relationship, something happens to fuck it up." "Look, it's not your fault, I admit that there were times when I could see us together, but then my maternal instincts kicked in. I want a partner, husband even, and kids, my own kids. I want the whole experience, the making love to my partner, the finding out that I'm pregnant, the whole gestation process and giving birth to a healthy baby. I want to be there for my children, to see them grow, to help them find out who they are, and to see them develop into all that they are capable of. Call me old fashioned but that's what I want, do you understand that?" She hugged me. "Yes I do, and in a way I think that I could be jealous of you and your dreams. Go to sleep and in the morning I'll take you home." So Sis, I'm not coming home any time soon except maybe to introduce Tim to the family. Love you, Sarah.