He gave her a harder squeeze and the way she trembled made him stop. He knew immediately that something was wrong. He stopped and looked at her; she wasn't looking at him; her brow was furrowed, and she was trembling, reminding him of what once happened to her.

She was lost in pleasure, enjoying the feeling she never knew was there, but when he grabbed her breast harder, the image of the night she was violated came back running. How he roughly grabbed her breast that night, how he violently tore her dress and forced himself down on her, no matter her plea, no matter her scream, he took her...