"Well Marcia.. resently I became owner of a very old house." Christine shivered slight, at the mere mention of the house. "The Mercer house..."
"Pardon me." Marcia interrupted. "But did you say 'The Marcer house' home of the infamous Thorson Mercer family?"
"Yes... you've heard of it?" Christine asked.
"Of course!" Marcia answered sharply. "Anyone interested in the Paranormal would be very familaur with that house." "But please tell me what you will." Marcia said quickly.
"My husband and I have been working on the old house trying to fix it up." "Everything was normal until about two week's ago." "My husband was out of town, so I was in the house along." Her hands trembling so badly she could no longer hold her cup Christine set it on the corn of Marcia's desk. "I..I was working in the bathroom, it was a very warm night so I was dressed in only my under clothing." "I..I know that was wrong."
"Why should it be?" "You were in the privatacy of your own house." Marcia observed.
"Well.. yes.. but.." "Well if I haven't been maybe it wouldn't have happened."
"What wouldn't have happened?" Marcia asked raising one eyebrow sharply.
"He..It.. Something raped me!" Christine admitted sobbing softly.