Chapter 16

Zap has a frank discussion of what RAPE is with Holly. It won't be graphic, and I hope it won't be offensive, but I mention it in case you would rather skip it. Thank You.

Mom had taken advantage of having us all out from underfoot to go domestic, Rambo style. She had a Sunday dinner on steroids, and it was only Saturday night. Lamb, for Pete's sake! Rack of lamb, asparagus tips, mashed turnips- well, mixed with potatoes, you could hardly tell the difference. Desert was chocolate mousse, I had a hunch someone had been watching Martha Stewart. Although overwhelmed, (mint jelly, really!) we all had the sense to be properly appreciative and give her praise. After we cleared up the table, insisting that Queen Mom not bestir herself after all her effort, and washed the dishes, we gathered in the living room and told her the story of our day.

Mom was disappointed to have to wait until tomorrow to meet my Tiff, but took it in good graces. She knew what a Rambler was, but didn't really. She was thinking of the Nash Rambler, a cute little car. We just told her it was a station wagon, and would fit the whole family, and didn't disabuse her of her misapprehension. She would find out soon enough, after it was already too late! (Muahaha!)

Mom said everything was a go with the Church ladies, Most of them knew Flo, but didn't socialize with her, Flo was considered 'Odd'. However, they were all for supporting charity, it gave them a chance to feel superior. I was all for community involvement, it made everyone feel connected. I excused myself to go exercise, and thanked Mom once again for the delicious repast. After an hour and a half, I showered and kissed and tucked in the girls, and went to bed.

I awoke from a dream about my Miss Tiff to find my morning wood ensconced between Holly's legs again, but this time she was sliding damply back and forth against it, and I could tell from her breathing that she was wide awake. I put my hand on her hip stopping her movement, and told her "Stop, Holly." To her credit, she did. I Caused my wood to go away, relaxing my tongue with intention, and calmly told Holly to go get dressed, and then come back so we could talk. I could sense Holly's fear, so I told her I wasn't angry, but we needed to have a serious talk. Still apprehensive, she left the room, and I went and used the bathroom, then put on my clothes before she came back.

Having her sit on the bed, I asked her seriously, "Holly, do you know what rape is?"

"That is when some stranger uses a gun or a knife and makes you have sex, right?" She asked.

"It is more than just that, although that would be rape too. Rape is having sex with someone without their permission. Even if you just told someone 'no' and didn't struggle against them, it would be rape. It is also rape if they are drunk or drugged, and can't say yes or no..." I paused, and let her connect the dots. She is a smart kid, so she knew right away the implications. Her eyes got wide and a horrified look crossed her face.