June 9th 1986 - 8:50 pm

'Yeah I really like it. & I think, I really like you, too.', is repeating in my head over a thousand times in one minute. What's that suppose to mean? What am I suppose to say? Does he like me as a girlfriend? or a person? I look at him into his eyes with my face in shock. He sits up, off the sand & I do the same. Were face to face, I'm sure he can see the surprise & nervousness all over me. I look down on the sand trying not to keep anymore eye contact with him right now, because the more I look at him is the more nervous I become. He leans forward to me, & slowly puts my hair behind my ears & caresses my cheek. I look up at him, & smile. He moves my chin up, with his finger & leans even closer to me, his lips are only a inch away from touching mines. Before our lips meet, I feel heavy rain drops falling down.

"Let's get in quick!" he orders & we run to the doors, open them & got in.

"So where's our private, entrance back to my hotel room?" I ask

"Up this stairs."

"No elevator?"

"What the heck? Girl, were just going to the second floor & you want an elevator?"

"Michael, I'm tired. & that's like 100 steps were looking at."

He shakes his head at me, & lifts me up & carries me up the stairs in nothing more then a minute. I jump off his shoulder, since we were around the same height I don't have to worry about falling off my feet. But I'm pretty turned on by how strong & fast he is. Like….Whoa.

"Michael, I really like how fast you went up those stairs." I told him in a sort of flirty voice.

"Thanks, but don't get ahead of yourself with the flirting now."

He winks at me & walks towards the hotel room. I roll my eyes at his comment & catch up with him. We walk to in front of the room & he asks

"Do you have the key?"

"Yep."

I took it out of my shorts pocket & open the hotel room door. We walk in, & we hear an immediate roaring thunder. & I say

"Michael! Close the balcony!"

He walks over to it, closes it & says

"Yeah because we all know you live up to your name."

"Not funny."

"Yes it is."

"No it's not."

He walks closer to me & I move backward towards the door.

"Yes it is."

"No it's not."

He reaches dangerously close to me backing me against a corner. I know he's going to tickle me next.

"Yes it is."

"No it's not"

I try to escape him by running to his left but he catches me quickly & we fall on top of each other. & Michael says

"I'm going to tickle you to death!"

"No! Please No!"

His hand goes under my shirt & tickles my stomach.

"Okay Michael, you win! Yes it is funny!"

"Too late now."

His tickling, makes me laugh like a mad man especially since he's tickling me in my extra sensitive area.

"Please stop Michael…" I told him while I laugh between each word.

"Not until you beg for it."

"STOP!STOP!STOP!" I scream while laughing.

"Okay, I think you've had enough." he says as he stops tickling me.

"Gosh I feel exhausted now."

"Why?"

"From laughing so much."

"Mhm. Well deserved."

I roll my eyes at him & quickly grabbed a pillow & throw it at him.

"Now THAT'S well deserved."

"I thought you said you were 'exhausted' I guess you really want me to beat you down with a pillow."

"Nah, but I felt like getting the last word." I replied as I got up, & walk toward the bathroom door.

"Last word? The night isn't over."

"We'll see about that." I wink at him as I walk into the bathroom door & close it behind me. I undress myself, take a shower & wash all the sand from out of my hair. Then I get out of the shower, & dry myself off with my towel lotion myself & put on my undergarments, night wear. I fold up the clothes I originally had on & put them in my red bag of dirty clothing. I pick up the bag & my towel & leave the bathroom & I say

"Okay, the bathroom's all yours Michael."

"Okay."

He gets up off the bed & walks behind me & plays in my hair & says

"Your hair looks even prettier when wet."

I turn to him & smile & say

"Thanks."

He walks into the bathroom & I lay down on the bed & close my eyes for just one moment.

I'm running down the halls of the hotel, scared to death as if I'm being chased.

I run into my hotel room slam the door in & hide under the bed

I suddenly hear loud, & rough, sounds against the door like someone's trying to knock it down.

I begin to cry & pray hoping whoever is trying to get in doesn't.

'Bang!'

'Bang'

On the door, sounds like someone's using a tree to get in.

'Bang!'

'Bang!'

'Bang!'

'Boom!'

The door is wide open, & this huge, tall, bald headed man comes in & slams the door.

"I'm COMING TO GET YOU!" he shouts

He walks into the bathroom & looks in there for me

I keep myself quiet even though I know he'll find me

He gets out of the bathroom & checks the closet, the fridge, whatever he can put his hands on

Then he finally checks under the bed, & saw me

My eyes bulges up in terror

He smiles because he knows I'm in fear of him

He grabs my arm & pulls me from under the bed

I scream 'NO!'

He pulls me all the way out & picks me up on my feet & holds me up to his face

"& now your mines." the man tells me as he grossly licks the left side of my face.

Then he throws me up against the wall

I fall directly to the ground & hide my head in shame, unable to look at this man.

He pulls me back on to my feet, undress me out of my nightgown & I beg '"Please! Don't do this to me!"

He laughs at me & says "You make a sad mistake if you really think I'm going to just let you free without getting a piece."

He slaps me right across my face causing me to fall out of my feet again.

He pulls me back up, presses his body against mines, unbuckles his pants & it falls to his ankles.

He lifts my legs & warps them around him.

& There he goes, pumping away.

"STOP! STOP! PLEASE! DON'T DO THIS TO ME!" I scream

He thrusts even more rough, killing me with so much pain

"STOP!STOP!" I scream again

I try to push him off so he can ease up off me & hopefully I can get myself out of this mess but he pushes me even harder back on the wall.

"STOP! GET OFF ME!STOPP!PLEASE!"

"Kitty! Wake up! Wake up!" Michael says as he's as he's rocking me to wake up.

"STOP!PLEASE STOP!" I shout. I'm still in my dream & I haven't exactly woken yet.

"Kitty, wake up!"

My eyes are finally wide open, & I realize that me getting rape was nothing but just a nightmare. But now I'm having flashbacks of the time when I really did get raped. I begin to cry thinking about it. Michael holds me tight & says

"Kitty, it was only a dream, everything will be alright."

"No, Michael no. Everything is not going to be okay."

"Why not?"

"Because, I don't know. The night I got raped keeps haunting me, & I can't just let it go. I have to worry about possibly being pregnant from this situation or having some kind of STD. Everything is not going to be okay, Michael."

"Kitty, you have to think positive. If your pregnant, then that's okay. I'll help raise the baby with you & everything will be fine. If you have an STD then, there are cures for most of them."

"What if I have one that's incurable? What happens next? I die? & I get absolutely no justice for my rape because I have no idea who in the world did this to me. Now my life maybe ruined."

"Listen kitty, I'll make an appointment for you to get tested for diseases tomorrow morning, & I'll get one of my body guards to go buy some pregnancy tests for you. Everything will be fine as long as your with me. Okay?"

"Okay, thank you Michael."

I hug him back tight & cried into his under shirt. & say

"Thank you so much, no one's ever been so nice to me. I love you so much."

"I love you, so much more."