Chapter 6: Amelia Enjoys Her Cure

‘Is Gerry coming round tonight?’ I asked her. ‘No, he can’t come.’ she said. I told her to sit down.’

‘The last two times you’ve been away,’ I told her, ‘Gerry came round.’ She looked surprised. ‘He knocked me about,’ I said, ‘And then he raped me three times on each occasion.’

‘I expected her to be upset, but I didn’t anticipate her response. ‘That’s a lie,’ she said sounding quite nasty, ‘Gerry would never do anything like that. You’re just a jealous sex starved bitch.’ That really hurt. ‘Anyway,’ she said, ‘Why didn’t you tell me last time?’

‘I couldn’t, he told me that if I told anyone, including you, he would kill us both. He said he had already done it before and thrown her down a well still alive.’

‘Now I know you’re making it all up,’ she said, ‘You’re nothing but a jealous spiteful bitch, I hate you.’ ‘Well, whatever you think,’ I said, ‘It happened. If you are going to be away every week, I can’t keep putting up with it. I can’t go to the police because I’ve got no proof, but I’m certainly not staying here for it to happen again.’

‘But if I leave, he said he’d kill you too,’ I told her, ‘That’s why I stayed last time. So, you’re going to be in danger if I leave.’ She came over and gave me an almighty slap across the face. ‘You bitch,’ she said, ‘It’s all lies, the sooner you leave the better.’

‘I wasn’t going to risk her ringing Gerry and have him come round, so I picked up the few bits I had in the lounge and went into my room. I wedged a chair under the door handle and packed everything in suitcases and bags. Then I rang a taxi. ‘Can you tell me what time you’ll be here?’ I asked. ‘In ten minutes give or take a couple.’ he told me.’

‘Ok, I’ll be at the front door waiting,’ I said. ‘I’m having boyfriend trouble. He’s not here tonight so it shouldn’t be a problem. But if I’m not there waiting, will you please ring the police and tell them I’m being held against my will. He promised he would.’

‘I waited five minutes, then I went to the front door. When all my bits were on the landing, I stood in the open door and rang the bell. Linda came out of her room and glared at me. She saw my bags and said, ‘Going are you bitch, good riddance.’

‘Linda, what I said is true,’ I said. ‘Please, please, be careful.’ I won’t repeat what she said next. I carried my stuff downstairs, and the taxi arrived a few minutes later. I went to a hotel in town and booked in for a few nights. Fortunately, mum had sent me some of the proceeds from the house, so I could afford to stay at the hotel and lose the last bit of my lease.’

‘Over the next week I asked around at work for another flat. I gave the landlord my notice and told him I was looking for a flat just for me. I was also very careful not to go anywhere alone that would leave me open to an attack from Gerry. Even though I couldn’t see how he could know where I had gone.’

‘I even got into the habit of checking I wasn’t being followed every night when I left work, thinking Linda could have told him where that was.’

‘After two weeks, the landlord got in touch and said he had a one bed flat a mile away from the other one. That’s where I live now. It was in a block of four plus, the landlord lived above in the roof. I went to see it, liked it, met a couple of the other tenants and took it. I moved in a few days later and I’m very happy there.’

‘Just to be sure I had an alarm fitted which has a panic button by the front door and in the bedroom. Once I was in and settled, I started to worry about Linda. Despite how nasty she had been to me I was still concerned.’

‘Thinking she wouldn’t answer her phone if she saw it was me ringing, I even bought a cheap pay as you go phone and tried ringing her. After I’d tried several times at different times of the day and got no reply, I was getting really worried. I couldn’t see what I could do, so in the end I did nothing.

‘I had got pally with the girl in one of the other flats and over a coffee a week ago, she realised I was worrying about something. When she asked me, I said I was sorry, but it wasn’t something I could tell anyone about.’

‘You shouldn’t let it build up,’ she said, ‘It’ll destroy you, find someone to talk to about it.’ Then I remembered the card the boss had given out. I dug it out, but even then, it took me several days to pluck up courage to ring you.’

‘That’s about it,’ she said. ‘Ok,’ Danny said, ‘Well done. A few more questions now, apart from your concern for Linda. Tell me about the other thing that is bothering you.’

‘How did you know?’ she asked looking surprised. ‘Experience,’ he said smiling. ‘Before my experience with Gerry, I had dreamt about my first boyfriend and my first sex with such longing.’ she told him.

‘But since then, the idea of contact with a man that close terrifies me and much as I’d love a boyfriend, I don’t think I could cope with any intimate touch.’

Danny smiled at her. ‘We have already sorted most of that bit of your problem out,’ he said. ‘Think about it. You are lying completely naked with your head on the lap of a man you only met an hour or so ago. He has massaged every inch of your body including your most private and intimate areas. I think when you leave here you will have no problem finding a boyfriend and enjoying a happy and normal life with him, including the pleasure of making love together.’

‘So apart from the physical touch, am I right in thinking you are worried that when you make love with a new boyfriend you will feel the same pains that you felt at Gerry’s hands?’

‘Yes,’ she admitted, ‘The thought terrifies me.’ ‘Have you given yourself an orgasm since you had your problem?’ Danny asked. ‘No,’ she said, ‘I haven’t felt like even thinking about sex.’

‘Ok,’ he said, ‘Before you came here today you believed you could never have or enjoy physical contact of any sort with a man. Is that true?’ ‘Yes,’ she said looking a little sheepish.

‘And how much have you enjoyed everything you have done so far?’ he asked. ‘It’s been lovely,’ she said, ‘All of it.’ ‘So, let’s sort out the rest of it.’ Danny said.

‘Let’s look at your experiences and analyse them. Your flat mate’s boyfriend stripped you off and had sex with you six times. Had you had a boyfriend and gone to bed with him he would have done the same. The difference is that he would have been gentle. Also, he would only have done it with your consent.’

‘When you and a future boyfriend pet prior to going to bed, you will both get worked up and excited. In your case, that will mean your vagina will produce a lot of natural oils. Its purpose is to help a man’s cock slide in and out of you with ease. It also provides a sea for his sperm to swim in.’

‘Because there was no foreplay, your vagina was bone dry. Gerry’s cock was also dry. So, when he thrust into you hard, it was like sandpaper on your insides.’

‘When your boyfriend does it, it will be a lovely, exciting, and pain free feeling of absolute ecstasy.’

‘You mentioned that there was an extra pain at the end of his first thrust. That was his cock tearing your membrane. That was a normal, once only pain you’ll never feel again.’

‘The only other thing was, because you were being forced and threatened, you were frightened. So, you couldn’t enjoy any of it. Even if you hadn’t been frightened, you probably wouldn’t have anyway. Gerry didn’t make love to you like a boyfriend would do. He just used you for him to have sex without a care for how you felt.’

‘Now, I am going to suggest two things. First that I examine inside your vagina with my finger to make sure there is no lasting damage. I will do that, if you agree, by squirting some olive oil into you. Then I will slide my finger in very, very, gently. I don’t think from what you have told me that there will be any damage. But it would be good for you to be reassured.’

‘It will also let you realise that you can have something put inside you that will feel exciting, enjoyable and pain free.’