“Did you still feel like someone was watching you?” Marcia interrupted curiously.
“Well…” Christine blushed and looked away obviously embarrassed. “Kind of… maybe it was just the fumes getting to me.” She continued quickly trying to justify her gratuitous behavior.
“I see… well what happened then?” Marcia asked purposely to get away from the plainly sensitive subject.
“I had just about finished up the paint stripping, when my sprayer ran dry.” Christine recounted. “Climbing down the ladder I set it down to refill it, when I suddenly felt a cold breeze.” She shivered as if feeling that sensation once again. “And I mean cold… it sent shivers down my spine.” “Then something hit me in the back… I found myself pinned down on the table top!” Her body jerked as the memories flooded her mind. “I could feel big strong hands clutching my wrists… so tight I thought the bones would snap!” “But I couldn’t see any hands…” Her body was trembling uncontrollably now as Marcia held her. “A heavy was pressing against my back, holding me face down on the table top.” “And… and I swear I hear a man voice whispering into my ear… although it was to soft for me to make out what he was saying!” “My leg’s were kicked wide apart… I could feel hard soled shoes against my ankles.” Her eye’s had glazed and Marcia could tell she was deep within the moment. “Then something hard was thrust into me… it… it felt unnatural like a cross between an icicle and a broom handle!” “And then… then he raped me!” She sobbed softly but tearlessly this time. “It seemed to go on for hours… then I felt like my insides had suddenly been filled with ice water!” “And the mans voice moaned loudly… then suddenly he was gone!” “The sweat on my body was shining like diamonds frozen even in that heat!” “I guess I just freaked then… grabbed my clothes and ran to my Escalated.” “I dressed on the way home… I wasn’t sure what to do…” “That night I… I convinced myself it really hadn’t happened and next day went back to finish up.”
“And I take it… that you had a second encounter on Sunday.” Marcia grunted arching one eyebrow.