A most pleasant rape
I can’t believe it is happening to me. My name is Daisy Daniels. I’m thirty-three years old, divorced three years, no children, one cat and a decent job. I live alone in a small house that I got in the divorce. Of course, I got the payments, too. It’s Friday evening and I’m looking forward to relaxing with a hot bath and a few glasses of Merlot while I watch a nice romantic comedy. I’m ready for the weekend. As I walked in the door nothing seemed amiss. I entered the kitchen and put my purse and cell phone on the table. Then I was hit hard from behind. I was sprawled across the table when I felt his weight on my back, pinning me down. “Don’t scream and don’t fight and you might get …