Inviting the new neighbors to a BBQ – 2
At some point during the night the need for sleep must have won the war going on in my brain. It was 11am before my bleary eyes started to open. In the sober light of Sunday morning, and no longer under any influence of the alcohol and weed, my brain ruminated about my actions and what the future was about to unleash on me. My actions last night were serious, a far cry from the responsible, hardworking, social, and fun-loving neighbor that I formerly thought of myself. Poor Deni wasn’t even as old as my daughter. Where had my self-control gone? how could I have allowed myself to let things go so far and end up raping my beautiful young neighbor? It wasn’t sex, it wasn’t making love. I had exploited her intoxicated state to …