Ronnie gripped the mug tightly as she trembled. Consensual sex. He didn't rape you Ronnie, just got rough get a grip. She was on the couch cuddled in a big blue comforter. She sipped her hot chocolate.

He didn't mean to hurt you Ronnie. She took a deep breath. He was gone now. Straight to Florida. She worried about him. She still couldn't sleep. His goodbye rang in her ears. It was nearly eleven; She had school to teach the next day.

She got up and put more water on the stove. She remembered the last night vividly. He 'd hurt her. He had pushed her to her limits. She cried for him to stop and he did. Scrambling to grab her clothes she looked at him, "I said stop." She slowly turned away. "I'm sorry." he said." You hurt me." She said. With that She told him to get out her house.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as the teapot whistled. She loved him. Loved being the key word there. Now she just didn't know. Ronnie sighed and sat down with her hot chocolate. Her whole body trembled, She didn't want to think of him, didn't want to see him.

She didn't want to wonder where he was. She took a deep breath and tried to pull herself together. She set the cup on table. She got up and washed her face with warm water. A shower might be nice she thought.

I don't know what to do. I'm scared. He didn't mean to hurt me and I'm having trouble grasping that. I love him and I need him. She wiped her eyes and put the mug and the kettle in the sink. After washing the dishes she headed for the shower.

She finished her shower, wrapped in a towel she walked out to the living room and laid down on the couch covered in a big blue comforter.