Chapter 3: Sayonara Sucker!

The ‘perfect girl’ was very much, just that. Her name was Kimi Aoki and she arrived at Peter’s house the following Monday afternoon, long after Roger had left for work. Peter had stayed up late waiting to hear some commotion that indicated the man had awakened but had fallen asleep. When he woke up that morning the man was gone.

He was working on the final parts of the data entry program that Alan had asked his help with, when he heard the smooth engine from Jeremiah’s El Dorado, pulling into his driveway. He rose and stepped out to the front porch wearing his typical shorts and tank top. At home, he felt little need to try and conceal his titanium prosthetics inside long pants. He opened the door and gaped as the small childlike figure exited the Cadillac with his friend and colleague.

Kimi looked every inch the adorable innocent Asian schoolgirl, complete with a pleated skirt, white dress shirt, and necktie. She wore knee-high stockings and gleaming black loafers. He stared in astonishment as she approached him, wearing a colorful backpack over her shoulders. Jeremiah walked casually beside her with a gentle hand on her arm as he escorted her up to the porch. He carried a paper sack in his free hand.

“Peter, I’d like you to meet Ms. Kimi Aoki,” he said, speaking as a perfect gentleman.

The boy continued to gaze in amazement at the girl as she glanced shyly back at him with a small smile. He tentatively held out his hand. “Please to meet you, um...”

“Konnichiwa,” she replied with a high-pitched musical lilt in her voice, before bowing deeply to him. Then she took his hand boldly and shook it with exaggerated eagerness.

“Um...”

“Why don’t we go inside?” the older man suggested.

Peter nodded dumbly and turned to hold the door for them. Kimi marched into the house with purpose and began looking around as Jeremiah followed. Peter closed the door behind them and stood watching the girl as she looked over every inch of the room, high and low, before wandering into the kitchen.

“Um, Jeremiah?” he asked uneasily. The man turned back holding the bag as if it were wrapped around a bottle. He gazed at the young man expectantly. “Exactly ... how old is she?”

“My ID says that I am seventeen,” she answered with perfect, English. “My real age is somewhat older though,” she smiled brightly at him. “You have a charming home.”

“Um ... thanks,” he replied looking back at her. ‘Was it him? Or did she just suddenly age right before his eyes?’ He couldn’t place it. Perhaps it was her posture or a slight change in her bearing. She suddenly seemed far more American and less exotic. “Whoa,” he muttered.

She laughed pleasantly and performed a little pirouette in front of him before bowing for him once more. “At your service,” she added, once more in perfect English without a hint of an accent.

Jeremiah set the bag on the table and she reached for it, removing a half-gallon bottle of a clear liqueur. The Southerner sat at the table while she looked around the kitchen.

“You have any glasses?” she asked curiously as she opened a couple of drawers.

Peter stepped past her and fetched her a clean glass from the cabinet above the sink.

“Thank you,” she replied returning to the table and sitting in a chair. “Grab yourself one if you want to join me.”

“Um ... thanks. I don’t drink,” he replied watching her pour several fingers. “Is that Sake?”

She tossed back the drink and swallowed it with a single gulp before tucking her chin and closing her eyes tightly. “Gin,” she whispered back after a second. “I need to get liquored up a bit before I can flow into my role here,” she explained as she casually poured herself another.

“Your role...” he repeated curiously.

“Ms. Aoki is a foreign exchange student from Tokyo,” Jeremiah explained as the slight woman helped herself to a third and fourth shot before setting the glass on the table. “She will be staying with another family in a few days, but they are currently away on vacation. So, your mother and you graciously arranged for her to stay in your home until her sponsoring family returns and takes her in.”

“And I need to appear timid and easy to exploit,” she replied candidly. “What better way than to get wasted when the folks aren’t around, eh?”

“Yeah,” he agreed slowly. “It’s just that I thought we were planning on setting my dad up with a ... um,” he blushed. “We were planning to get him to compromise himself while he was in bed with...”

“A hooker?” she finished directly, grinning as his face colored. She chuckled huskily and grinned at Jeremiah. “He’s so cute!” Then she rose from the table and whirled about once again, letting her skirt rise to expose much of her bare ass cheeks. She regarded him with a seductive smile. “Sugar, I am so much more than just a prostitute,” she claimed. “I am an actress, enchantress, and role-playing sex toy. I cater to those with more eclectic tastes.” She plopped down on his couch. “You want a young Japanese student, or maybe a bewitching dominatrix...? Son, I’d fuck the German Shepherd next door if you pay me enough.”

‘Wow!’ he thought to himself as she regarded him through hooded eyes. ‘She is like a vampire.’ He just nodded his head and swallowed. “So, you are prepared to...”

She laughed again. “There isn’t much I haven’t seen or done, Peter. My last trick was a fat old guy who just wanted to wear a diaper and breastfeed for an hour,” she gazed at him with surprisingly mature eyes. “Some want it rough ... others want to be rough ... It’s all the same to me as long as I get paid.” She examined her perfect nails. “Jeremiah explained the big picture. Just sit back and trust me on this. I’ll have your old man out of here by morning. Promise.”

She got up and skipped lightly around the room. “So do you want to show me to my room, so I can get ready?”

“Babe, you are not gonna believe this,” Peter breathed into his cell phone an hour later.

“Is she there?” Kathy asked eagerly.

“Yeah but ... whoa!”

“What do you mean by... ‘whoa’?” she asked slowly, her voice a little cooler than before.

“I mean when she first appeared, she was like this, tiny little innocent...” he swallowed nervously. “But she’s older, you know? It’s just that one minute she’s a cute little Japanese student and then she just ... changes,” he stammered.

“Changes...” he heard in his ear. “Like how?”

“I dunno, she’s like a ... a chameleon or something! Yeah. She just looks the same but different, like a vampire succubus or something.”

“A chameleon, vampire, succubus,” Kathy repeated, her tone growing colder and colder.

“Uh huh, weird right?”

“So, she’s pretty then,” she suggested.

“Well,” he paused realizing the trap he had just fallen into. “I mean ... she’s not my type,” he added defensively.

There was a long pause over the phone and he heard a shuffling sound in his ear then the closing of a door.

“What are you doing, babe?” he asked.

“I’m coming over,” she replied as the engine in her car started up.

“But...”

“Unhuh,” she replied. “No buts sir. If some tiny little Trollip has you this tongue twisted in your own home — then I’m coming over.”

“Babe it’s not like that,” he replied with contrition.

“Of course, it isn’t,” she replied firmly. “So, it shouldn’t matter if I am there to keep an eye on things.”

Forty minutes later she let herself into the house and looked around the main level intently as she removed her flip-flops and hung her bag by the door. She stepped over to the table and regarded the tall bottle and the empty glass nearby. She sniffed the glass and curled her nose. Peter cracked open his door to peer at her and then gestured for her to join him. He closed the door behind her and turned the bolt.

“So where is the chameleon vampire girl?” she asked pointedly.

He rolled his eyes. “She is up in Ronnie’s room ‘relaxing before her performance’, as she put it,” he replied quietly. “I’m supposed to keep a low profile and only appear long enough to make introductions.”

“What’s with the open bottle of gin?”

“It’s part of her thing I guess,” he replied. “She is going to pretend like she is too drunk to know any better.”

“Pretend? The bottle is almost half gone.”

“I know,” he grinned. “She pounded back so many shots that I think even Jeremiah was blown away. And she still seems perfectly sober.”

“Hmmph,” she muttered as she sat on his bed.

“Babe, you seriously aren’t jealous of another woman, are you?” he asked carefully.

“Should I be?” she replied frostily.

He gazed back at her guarded expression and sighed, “You know how I told you that there is a part of me that feels much older at times and tends to steer my thoughts and actions?”

“Your ghost you mean?”

“Yeah him, call him, ‘Old Pete’.”

She stared at him expectantly, “So, what does ‘Old Pete’ have to say about it?”

“He doesn’t say much of anything,” he replied after a thought, “It’s more like he feels stuff and I share those feelings. It’s hard to explain. But anyway, the younger me is feeling defensive and nervous that you are feeling this way over the whole thing, and I’m ready to kill myself trying to prove that my love is exclusively yours.” He sat in one of his chairs facing her.

“And how does Old Pete feel about it?” she asked.

“He’s just kind of chill about it all and feeling sort of proud.”

“What is there to be proud of?” she asked darkly with her arms crossed.

“That we are ‘collectively’ something worth being jealous over.”

His explanation caught her completely off guard and she didn’t reply for several moments. The thought was lost when they heard the sound of water draining through the pipes from above.

“What is that?” she asked glancing at the ceiling.

“I heard her filling Ronnie’s tub earlier, so I assume she took a bath.”

“When can I see her?”

He shrugged. “We don’t have to stay in here. But I was warned by Jeremiah to leave her alone so that she can do her thing.”

“And you think she’s going to sweep your dad right off his feet?”

He nodded expressively. “Oh yeah, if anyone can, it’s her. I’m telling you, Kat she is one strange woman.”

She got down off his bed and headed for the door. “I’m gonna go introduce myself.”

He stood abruptly and moved after her. “Wait, what? Babe, we are supposed to leave her alone!” he whispered harshly at the door.

“Then stay here,” she replied, before walking into the living room and heading up the stairs.

He watched as she tentatively knocked on his sister’s door and then disappeared inside. ‘Oh shit!’ he thought.

After making a pot of coffee and preparing a cup for himself, she had still not reappeared. He debated going up after her but he didn’t want to intrude in any ‘girl talk’ either. Instead, he returned to his room and sat in front of his computer trying to decide whether to finish his part of the inventory program or work on Dungeon Lords. Instead, he lost himself in running through the melee sequences against some of the monsters they had added to the original version (he was particularly proud of his Beholder).

He paused when he heard female voices in the living room and stepped out to find the two women seated at the table. Kathy was watching the other woman intently as she poured herself another four fingers of gin and tossed it back like it was lemonade. She even shuddered for the Asian girl as she imagined the alcohol burning its way down her throat.

“Sup Peter-san,” Kimi said in greeting as she slapped the glass back onto the table. Her hair was in giant curlers and she wore a loose black silk kimono. Her exposed skin seemed to glow from her recent bath. “Ready to do a few shots with me?”

“Um ... no thanks,” he replied somberly. “I’m trying to quit.”

“You were right babe,” Kathy said reverently. “She is amazing!”

“Ah...” Kimi cooed sweetly. “You two say the sweetest things! I may blush.”

Peter grinned as Kim Carnes’ lyrics popped into his head about making a crow blush.

“She’s got Betty Davis eyes...” Kathy sang to herself before giggling.

“Right!” the Asian courtesan announced as she rose from her seat. “I must away and prepare mine-self for this evening’s entertainment.” She adopted a perfect Australian accent as she turned for the stairs. “When can I expect lover boy to show?”

Peter glanced at the clock. It was 6:30 pm. “It’s a Monday so I wouldn’t expect him to stay out too long. Probably 9:00 or 10:00 at the latest.”

“Okay then,” she replied looking at him. “You join me out here when the time gets closer. You know your part.” She pointed a lacquered nail at Kathy. “You stay out of sight until this is all over. Capiche?”

They both nodded and watched her ascend the steps like a delicate geisha.

For the next couple of hours, Peter and his girlfriend resorted to what they did best — but with their clothes on. As the evening grew, they became more and more impatient. By 9:30 there was still no sign of Roger and they began to wonder if he hadn’t decided to make a weekend event out of it. Peter paced around his room and the living room while Kimi lay on the couch in her traditional ‘school-girl’ outfit, minus the socks. Glancing at her on occasion, he could see how most men would find her irresistible, but after sharing his heart and soul with Kathy, he just could not see the allure himself.

Finally, a pair of headlights flashed through the front windows and they heard the tell-tale rumble of the old truck as it pulled up to the house and cut off. Peter watched as the Asian prostitute casually got up from the couch and smoothed her costume with delicate fingers. She raised her eyebrows at him and nodded towards the door.

‘Here goes nothing,’ he thought to himself as he went through the front door to meet his father on the porch.

“What are you doing up so late?” Roger demanded as he climbed out of his truck. Peter could smell the beer on him. There was a dark discoloration covering his left cheek and jaw from where Peter had punched him the night before. He recognized the dangerous glint in the man’s eyes and gulped nervously.

“Hey, Dad,” he greeted nervously, it wasn’t hard to pretend to be nervous around the man. “I need to talk to you for a minute ... before you go inside.”

“What the fuck are you on about?”

“We um ... we have a guest,” he replied abruptly. “I totally forgot about it until she showed up today.” He took a moment to relay the story that Jeremiah had concocted. His father regarded him through narrow slits as he delicately rubbed the swollen side of his face.

“So, we are stuck with some Jap chick until her ‘family’ gets back, to take her in?”

“Yeah, that pretty much sums it up,” the boy replied absently as he stepped back to let the man enter his home. “Oh, one more thing ... I think she’s pretty wasted,” he added and explained how she showed up with a huge bottle of booze and had been drinking it all day.

“Just fucking great!” Roger muttered as he shoved the door open and stepped through. He froze in his tracks as soon as he spotted the tiny Japanese girl standing drunkenly before him. She smiled brightly and bowed deeply toward him with her signature “Konnichiwa!” followed by a hiccup and a giggle.

“I am so ... happy to meet you Mr. Shipley-san,” she said with a deep slur in her cute accent. “I am Kimi Aoki.” She bowed once more and stumbled into him causing him to reach forward and grab her arms to prevent her from toppling.

“Goddamn girl!” he muttered softly. “How old are you?”

She hiccupped in his grip once more and smiled drunkenly with her eyes half closed. “I ... am ... sheventeen years ... old,” she replied triumphantly.

Peter’s dad released her and walked over to the table, picking up the half-full bottle. He sniffed the top and gazed back at her. “Where did you get this?” he asked her pointedly.

“Doody-free shtore in ... Japan,” she explained with a conspiratorial smile. “After my mom and pop dropped me off, I went in and bought it.” She blinked several times as she struggled to focus on the big man in front of her. “My parensh are sooo...” she paused, grimacing as she tried to find a word. “Boring!” she blurted as she swayed on her feet. “So stuffy and proper...” she made a retching sound in the back of her throat. She held a hand to the side of her mouth like she was sharing a secret. “I thought it was shakee,” she mumbled to him and then widened her eyes and shook her head slowly from side to side. “But that is no... ‘shakee!”

“Jesus Pete,” Roger exclaimed. “You let her sit here and drink half a bottle of Gin?”

For his part, Peter tried to look contrite as he shrugged his shoulders.

Kimi began laughing hysterically and plopped into a chair at the table, reaching for her glass. “Hah! Peter-shan don’t even drink with me!” she whined to the man standing over her. She held her glass out expectantly. “Will you drink with me, Roger-shan?” She leaned back in her chair allowing her legs to splay out in front of her revealing a great deal of smooth alabaster skin.

Roger regarded her shrewdly and Peter could see the calculating expression on his face as he slowly untwisted the cap and poured her a small shot before taking a heavy pull, directly from the bottle. “I think that’s probably enough for you Ms...”

“Jush Kimi,” she replied as she tossed back the shot and slapped the glass back onto the table. “Oh, I am so dizzy now!” she closed her eyes and touched her temple as she swayed in her seat.

Roger stepped over to Peter and lowered his voice. “Where the hell is she supposed to sleep?” he demanded.

“We thought she could use Ronnie’s room while she is away at College,” he replied. His eyes watered from the liquor on the man’s breath. He watched the surprise in his dad’s face as if it had never dawned on him that they had a spare room ... right across from his.

“Alright, I’ll take care of this,” the man declared abruptly. “You go to bed.” He paused for a second and the dangerous glint returned to his eyes. “And we are gonna have a little chat in the morning,” he gently touched his bruised face, “about this.”

Peter turned and retreated to his bedroom, locking the bolt behind him, before joining Kathy on the bed. They sat up together with their backs against the headboard, listening to the byplay outside his door.

Their voices were muffled but both could tell by her sharp giggles and cooing expressions that Kimi was working Roger like a puppet. He spoke to her in a low voice they struggled to interpret, but her responses were lively and full of mischief.

“ ... Peter-san is so handsome!” “ ... he gets it from his father,” “Oh Roger-san you such big man!”

Kathy was making quiet gagging noises beside him in the dark and he nudged her as he tried to refrain from giggling aloud.

There was more murmuring and several more rounds of toasting before they heard a chair scraping on the floor.

“Oh, I’m sooo dizzy,” they heard the tiny woman moan. “You help me upstairs to bed?” there were several heavy steps and then a sharp giggly cry as the man apparently picked the girl up in his arms. “You so strong!” she cried out sleepily. “How you get so big, Roger-san?” They heard her voice fade as heavy steps ascended the stairs. There was a clumsy shuffle as the door to his sister’s room shuddered open and then another mirthful drunken cry as she was deposited onto the bed, directly over them.

They heard her murmuring suggestively through the floor and the heavy clop of Roger’s work boots dropping carelessly onto the floor.

Peter reached over and grabbed the cordless phone in the dark, preparing to perform his final act in the performance.

“I hope he doesn’t break her,” Kathy whispered beside him, holding his arm with both of her hands.

“I get the impression that she is a lot tougher than she looks,” he replied as he listened carefully to the sounds of drunken foreplay above them.

“You got that right,” he heard beside him. “And I thought I was a tough broad.”

“Are you kidding me?” he chuckled next to her and then quietly mimed her from the day before, “— ‘I’ll gut you like a humpy?’” he snorted.

She elbowed him in the ribs and giggled.

“Oh, you’re too big!” they heard a girlish cry from above them. More murmuring and another loud gasping cry. “Oh! It hurts Roger-san! Please!” she begged. Whatever she was begging for was lost on the man because they heard his sister’s bed creaking heavily, followed by repeated thuds as he began fucking the tiny girl violently. She cried out in pain (or passion) with every bump as he pounded her mercilessly. “Oh! Oh! Ow! Plea ... Oh! God!” they heard her grunting as she was crushed beneath his weight. Then her cries became less pained and more ardent as if she were suddenly encouraging him to greater lengths.

“OH FUCK!” she screamed. “Give it to me baby! YES! Fuck me harder you sick bastard!”

“There goes her cute little accent,” Kathy remarked curiously. She felt her neck growing warm as the sexual tension in her began to grow.

“Mmhmm,” Peter replied as he pressed three digits into his cordless phone and prepared to hit the ‘call’ button.

The banging grew louder as Veronica’s bed began slamming against the wall above them. They could feel the intensity of the sexual activity and they held each other’s hands while they listened captivated by the riotous noise.

“Oh God yes!” Kimi cried out, “Harder! Goddamn it! Fuck me harder!” she demanded. They could hear Roger grunting and wheezing as he tried to outdo himself for her pleasure. Then he began yelling out as he reached the pinnacle of his ride.

“NO!” she screamed. “Don’t you dare cum already!” Her voice was full of outrage as she berated the man for his failure to get her off. “You didn’t cum in me, did you?” she cried out. “Oh fuck! You did!” She began shrieking at the top of her lungs and they heard his father groaning in dismay and uncertainty. “You fucking ass-hole!”

Peter punched the button and heard the ringing in his ear.

“Nine-one-one, what is the nature of your emergency?” a female voice answered.

“Oh God!” Peter breathed into the phone desperately, “This is Peter Shipley at 347 Poplar Drive...” he paused as the girl above him screamed once more. He held the phone up so the operator could hear, “GET OFF OF ME!”

“It’s my dad!” he cried into the phone. “We have a young exchange student staying with us and he is raping her upstairs! Please come quickly!”

“I’m dispatching law enforcement to your location, please stay on the phone...”

“OW! PLEASE! YOU’RE HURTING ME!” the girl’s voice rang out in the dark.

There was a loud crash and Roger yelled out angrily, “WHAT THE FUCK? YOU LITTLE CUNT!” Then he screamed in agony. There was another loud thud and the girl shrieked as well.

“JESUS CHRIST!” Peter whispered loudly, his voice full of panic, none of which was faked. “Can you hear that?”

“I can hear it, stay calm. Are you in a safe place?”

“I ... I’m in my room. It’s directly underneath them,” he blurted. There was another female scream, this time of outrage, followed by a loud smacking sound.

“OW! GODDAMN IT!” Roger hollered. “MY FUCKING FACE!”

“Hurry!”

“They are less than a minute out!” the operator’s voice was strained as she tried to remain neutral and calm over the phone. “Can you get out of the house?”

Peter froze when he heard a sickening sound of flesh being struck, followed by another female scream. Tearful sobs were coming from above him and he felt his stomach lurch as he jumped out of bed. A siren could be heard in the distance. “Uh, yeah. I’m heading out the front door. My girlfriend is with me,” he turned on his light and gestured for Kathy to follow him. Her eyes were wide with fright as she let him pull her from the bed and out of his room.

When they stepped out onto the porch, he could see several of the neighboring houses with their lights on and many people gathered on their porches. The flashing blue and red emergency lights lit up the street as several police cars raced towards them. He reached into his pocket and retrieved his cell phone with his free hand.

Jeremiah answered on the first ring, “Talk to me.”

“It is going down as we speak,” Peter murmured, holding the cordless away from his face as he spoke.

“I see the police heading your way now,” the man replied calmly. “I will be close by.” The line went dead.

“The cops are here,” he blurted over the cordless phone. “I gotta go.” He hung up before the operator could protest and waved frantically to the squad cars that were pulling up to his driveway. Two male officers stepped from their unit and quickly approached the teenagers as they held each other by the door.

“Where are they?” one asked while his partner spoke into his radio.

“In there!” Peter cried out. “Upstairs! She’s just a little girl! Hurry!” he urged them as they cautiously entered the house with their weapons drawn. It wasn’t hard to determine the source of the dispute. They could clearly hear the angry man shouting and cursing while a tiny female voice cried out of pain and fear.

Two more officers ran up and into the house while a female cop beckoned Peter and Kathy to step down from the porch and join her further away from the commotion. They hurried across the yard to her and began tripping over each other as they both tried to answer her questions.

There was a sudden outburst from within the house and they turned back as several authoritative voices commanded that hands be held up and to get on the floor. Peter began sweating as he recalled the previous incident involving police in his home. He dreaded the awful sound of gunfire but none was forthcoming. Just repeated drunken screams from his outraged father as he was taken down quickly and aggressively before being handcuffed and dragged down the stairs.

“Copy 2-7,” the female spoke into her lapel mike. “Aid is inbound. One underage female, domestic abuse, suspect sexual assault.” Her face was hard as she looked across the yard to watch as several policemen half-carried and dragged the naked man out the front door and down the steps. Then she dashed into the house and disappeared up the steps, leaving Peter and Kathy standing off to the side.

“THAT FUCKING CUNT!” Roger roared at the top of his lungs, for the entire neighborhood to hear. “She told me she was twenty!”

“You have the right to remain silent,” someone intoned mechanically over the man as he was forced to his knees in the grass.

“FUCK THAT!” he screamed as he tried the break free from his constraints. That earned him a rough shove, toppling him onto his face. “OW! Take it easy! That little cunt nearly clawed my eye out!”

“Get him out of here,” ordered a newly arrived officer with sergeant stripes on his shoulder. He turned to Peter as his dad was lifted by four cops and carried to an awaiting squad car. “Peter Shipley?” the man asked him pointedly.

Peter nodded. “This is my girlfriend, Kathy. Thanks for getting here so fast!”

The Sergeant was noncommittal as another siren approached and they all turned to see an ambulance pull up. “Are you prepared to give us a statement now, or do you need a moment?”

“I ... um,” he glanced back at Kathy before nodding. “I’ll do whatever you need me to do,” he agreed. “I know I am just a minor but I called my ‘previous’ legal guardian and he should be here soon. I don’t mind talking without him.”

Several minutes later the EMTs brought Kimi out on a gurney. She was bundled up in blankets but her tragic face shocked everyone as they observed the angry swollen welt over her left eye, causing it to remain tightly closed. She sniffed tearfully as they transported her to the rig and took her away.

Moments later Peter and his girlfriend were seated on the porch steps providing statements to the investigators. He looked up when he heard his name and recognized the black man standing just outside his gate. Jeremiah was dressed in his typical flamboyant fashion, much like a cross between an old western gunfighter and a Baptist preacher. His passage was barred by a patrol officer, manning the gate.

“That’s my guardian,” Peter pointed. “Let him in.”

One of the interviewing officers gestured and the Southern gentleman was permitted entry. He slowly strolled forward using his ebony and silver cane to tap the concrete walkway with each step. He doffed his cream felt Stetson at the footing and gave Peter a subtle wink

By the time the news stations arrived, only a few investigators were remaining on the scene, none of whom offered anything to the reporters. Peter, Kathy, and Jeremiah were taken to the downtown police station where a formal interview was conducted with a CPS representative in attendance. Scott Bales appeared just as the interview commenced but made no effort to interfere or steer the conversation.

Naturally, Peter’s mother was unable to corroborate his story and he felt guilty for using her under false pretenses. But the narrative was secondary to the ultimate situation of Roger Shipley attacking and sexually assaulting an underage girl in their home. Despite his adamant stance that he was set up and wrongfully accused — he was charged with first-degree rape of a minor and held in the King Couty Jail without bail.